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It is easy to yield to the spirit of dream and imagination to see with other eyes than we use in city life, to hear with other ears, to believe more and dispute less; the very air is an intoxicant and a stimulant to fantastic vision.
Could you not spare her so little, Silencieux?" "I can spare her nothing. You must be all mine, Antony your every thought and hope and dream. So long as there is another woman in the world for you except me, I cannot be yours in the depths of my being, nor you mine. There must always be something withheld. It will never be perfect, until " "Until when?"
Le Grande before you were with her yesterday when she fainted in church?" My answer was a sob. "Where had you met her, Medoline?" "You will tell Mr. Winthrop, and he will never forgive me." "Then you have really been with her?" "Yes, she sent me a letter requesting me to visit her." "And you went. When was this?" "A week ago. But I did not dream she was a rich woman or had ever known Mr. Winthrop.
Her eyes, opening, found her beautiful room about her and the dream dangers vanished. But the horrors of her waking hours of yesterday had not vanished. They were waiting for her. She could not end them by the closing of her eyes.
Die like a tone elysian, Like a bee in a cactus-flower, Like a day-surprised vision, Like a wind in a summer shower. Through the vaulted clouds about me Broke trembling an azure space: Was it a dream to flout me Or was it a perfect face? The sky and the face together Are gone, and the wind blows fell. But what matters a dream or the weather? At night it will all be well.
I have SUCH a rug for J-! a mosaic of skins as fine as marqueterie, done by Damara women, and really beautiful; and a sheep-skin blanket for you, the essence of warmth and softness. I shall sleep in mine, and dream of African hill- sides wrapt in a 'Veld combas'. The poor little water-tortoises have been killed by drought, and I can't get any, but I have the two of my own catching for M-.
Slowly the broad chest heaved, and tears, the first he had shed since the fearful morning when they led him into the sunlight he felt but could not see, moistened his lashes, and dropped upon his face. "He's dreaming a bad dream," Edith said, and with her little chubby hand she brushed his tears away, cautiously, lest she should rouse him from his slumbers.
When your mother has read the history of my parentage, I will place it in your hands; though my mother's character is as exalted and spotless as your own, there is a cloud over my name that will for ever rest upon it. Knowing that, you cannot, you will not wish to unite your noble, brilliant destiny with mine. This hour will be remembered as a dream, a bright, but fleeting dream."
The distant music, gentle, penetrating and languishing, some soothing air from Gounod, reached them like a gentle breeze wafted into the room. José believed himself to be in a dream.
In a little time they came quite up to us; and I saw friend William stand up in the boat and make signs to us; so they came on board; but when I saw there were but fifteen of our one-and-thirty men, I asked him what had become of their fellows. "Oh," says William, "they are all very well; and my dream is fully made good, and the cockswain's too."
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