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Schooner yacht Dream got lines you never saw the beat of, and a witch to go. She passed me once off Thursday Island, doing two knots to my one and lying a point and a half better, and the Grace Darling was a ship that I was proud of. I took and tore my hair. The Dream's been my dream ever since. That was in the old days, when she carried a blue ens'n.
Well, it's done now; they've picked out a widow and a will tossed up for it, as like as not and the Dream's for sale. She'll go cheap; she's had a long turn-to at rotting." "What size is she?" "Well, big enough. We don't want her bigger. A hundred and ninety, going two hundred," replied the captain.
"I hope we did not keep him too long," observed Elizabeth anxiously, "for he is running as though he were late." But Dinah did not hear her; she had already taken up her position by the window, and was looking out for Cedric. The hope I dreamed of was a dream Was but a dream; and now I wake Exceeding comfortless, and worn and sad For a dream's sake.
The conditions of its origin; its relationship to our psychical life when we are awake; its independence of disturbances which, during the state of sleep, seem to compel notice; its many peculiarities repugnant to our waking thought; the incongruence between its images and the feelings they engender; then the dream's evanescence, the way in which, on awakening, our thoughts thrust it aside as something bizarre, and our reminiscences mutilating or rejecting it all these and many other problems have for many hundred years demanded answers which up till now could never have been satisfactory.
At last I found voice, I cried aloud, I woke; and mock me not, but I surely heard a parting footstep, and the low grating of some sliding door." "It was the dream's influence, enduring beyond the dream.
At last I found voice, I cried aloud, I woke; and mock me not, but I surely heard a parting footstep, and the low grating of some sliding door." "It was the dream's influence, enduring beyond the dream.
Well, it's done now; they've picked out a widow and a will; tossed up for it, as like as not; and the Dream's for sale. She'll go cheap; she's had a long turn-to at rotting." "What size is she?" "Well, big enough. We don't want her bigger. A hundred and ninety, going two hundred," replied the captain.
"Bully old governor. It's over it's over. Never any more danger, never any more hard times, never any more lion's smiles." "No, never," said Cleek. "Come here, Madame Pullaine, and hear the good news with the rest. You married for love, and you've proved a brick. The dream's come true, and the life of ease and of luxury is yours at last, Mr. Pullaine."
For a moment she made me no response; then she said "It doesn't look very real yet." "No, and meanwhile, this lovely evening, one can put it that the dream's still present." She looked up at the sky, which had a brightness, though the light of the sun had left it and that of the stars hadn't begun. "It is a lovely evening." "Oh yes, with this we shall do."
"Laws," said Captain Kittridge, "that's jist what my old mother dreamed about me, and 'twas true enough, too, till we got off the ice on to the shore up in the Esquimaux territory, as I was a-tellin'. So you tell Mary Jane she needn't look out for a second husband yet, for that ar dream's a sartin sign he'll be back."
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