Bossuet runs, tangles with an absurdly complex coronet, all points and clusters of gems and delicate arches to stick your foot through, trips, falls face-first on the floor, and almost gracefully rolls himself along into the shelter of another pillar.
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Bossuet runs, tangles with an absurdly complex coronet, all points and clusters of gems and delicate arches to stick your foot through, trips, falls face-first on the floor, and almost gracefully rolls himself along into the shelter of another pillar.