Levitation 



OUT of some upper-story window I was 

 looking into a street of yellow-tinted 

 houses, a colonial street, old-fashioned, 

 narrow, with palm-heads showing above its 

 roofs of tile. There were no shadows ; there 

 was no sun, only a grey soft light, as of early 

 gloaming. 



Suddenly I found myself falling from the win- 

 dow ; and my heart gave one sickening leap of 

 terror. But the distance from window to pave- 

 ment proved to be much greater than I supposed, 

 so great that, in spite of my fear, 1 began to 

 wonder. Still I kept falling, falling, and still 

 the dreaded shock did not come. Then the fear 

 ceased, and a queer pleasure took its place ; 

 for I discovered that I was not falling quickly, 

 but only floating down. Moreover, I was float- 

 ing feet foremost must have turned in descend- 

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