1 For all I knew, I might be facing back towards the Palace of Green Porcelain.
2 I could no longer see the Palace of Green Porcelain, and I was in doubt of my direction.
3 I saw a richer green flow up the hill-side, and remain there, without any wintry intermission.
4 Very soon I had a choking smoky fire of green wood and dry sticks, and could economize my camphor.
5 I found the Palace of Green Porcelain, when we approached it about noon, deserted and falling into ruin.
6 I awakened Weena, and we went down into the wood, now green and pleasant instead of black and forbidding.
7 Dozens of them seemed to be crawling here and there, in the sombre light, among the foliated sheets of intense green.
8 I saw trees growing and changing like puffs of vapour, now brown, now green; they grew, spread, shivered, and passed away.
9 It was the same rich green that one sees on forest moss or on the lichen in caves: plants which like these grow in a perpetual twilight.
10 Only ragged vestiges of glass remained in its windows, and great sheets of the green facing had fallen away from the corroded metallic framework.
11 From its summit I could now make out through a haze of smoke the Palace of Green Porcelain, and from that I could get my bearings for the White Sphinx.
12 But I pointed out the distant pinnacles of the Palace of Green Porcelain to her, and contrived to make her understand that we were seeking a refuge there from her Fear.
13 But next morning I perceived clearly enough that my curiosity regarding the Palace of Green Porcelain was a piece of self-deception, to enable me to shirk, by another day, an experience I dreaded.
14 The rocks about me were of a harsh reddish colour, and all the trace of life that I could see at first was the intensely green vegetation that covered every projecting point on their south-eastern face.
15 Then the tall pinnacles of the Palace of Green Porcelain and the polished gleam of its walls came back to my memory; and in the evening, taking Weena like a child upon my shoulder, I went up the hills towards the south-west.
16 Going to the south-westward towards the rising country that is now called Combe Wood, I observed far off, in the direction of nineteenth-century Banstead, a vast green structure, different in character from any I had hitherto seen.
17 Presently I noted that the sun belt swayed up and down, from solstice to solstice, in a minute or less, and that consequently my pace was over a year a minute; and minute by minute the white snow flashed across the world, and vanished, and was followed by the bright, brief green of spring.
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