There was no counterpane, but two blankets and
two sheets; and none of them corresponded to any colour or
material he had ever known. He only knew that their tints were
light rather than dark.
Next, he moved his hands out from under the coverings, and held
them up before his eyes. He was immensely puzzled. He naturally
expected to see the worn, emaciated hands which had been his on
that dramatic night; but the ones before him were plump, normal,
of a healthy pink. The wrists likewise were in perfect condition,
also his arms. He could not account for this sudden return to
health, of the vigour he had known before he began to wear the
ring. He lay back pondering.
Presently he fell to examining his clothes. There were two
garments made of a silk-like textile, rather heavy as to weight,
but exceedingly soft as to touch. They were slightly darker than
the bed clothing. In a way they were much like pyjamas, except
that both were designed to be merely slipped into place, without
buttons or draw-strings. That is, they were tailored to fit snugly
over the shoulders and waist, while loose enough elsewhere.
Then he noticed the walls of the room. They were after a simple,
symmetrical style; coved--to use an architectural expression--or
curved, where the corner would come with a radius much larger than
common, amounting to four or five feet; so that a person of
ordinary height could not stand close to the wall without
stooping.
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