Thus (as you will see with half an eye, my wise little auditors) these good old dames had fallen into a strange perplexity.
Nothing can be red and unred all over at the same time for the same viewer.
This gave me a hint, and I went knee-deep, and sometimes neck-deep, in the Red Weed. The density of the weed gave me a reassuring sense of hiding.
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