Henri Rousseau A Carnival Evening

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different floors, and there was a fountain and a grove of potted plants that looked too healthy to be real.
‘Isn’t it nice?’ said Doreen.
‘You keep thinking there should be people,’ said Ludmilla. ‘Lots of people.’
‘There should at least be wizards,’ muttered Windle Poons. ‘Half a dozen wizards don’t just disappear.’
The five of them moved closer. Passages the size of the one they’d just walked down could have ‘What’s that noise?’ said Ludmilla.
‘What noise?’
‘That noise. Like someone sucking something.’
Arthur looked around with a certain amount of interest.
‘It’s not me.’accommodated a couple of elephants walking abreast.‘Do you think it might be a good idea to go back outside?’ said Doreen.‘What good would that do?’ said Windle.‘Well, it’d get us out of here.’Windle turned, counting. Five of the passages radiated equidistantly-out of the domed area.‘And presumably it’s the same above and below, ‘ he said aloud.‘It’s very clean here, ‘ Doreen said nervously. ‘Isn’t it clean, Arthur?’‘It’s very clean.’