But I want to say something,
if you won't laugh. Just at that time I seemed to come up out of some
blackness and began to dream of you. I dreamed that I was sinking back
into the blackness, but you caught me by the hand and lifted me quite
out of it. Then we floated away together for ever and for ever and for
ever, for though sometimes I lost you we always met again. Then I woke
up and knew that I wasn't going to die, that's all."
"What a beautiful dream," began Anthony, but at that moment, pausing
from her labours at the beef, Mrs. Walrond said:
"Barbara, eat your duck before it grows cold. You know the doctor said
you must take plenty of nourishment."
"I am going to, mother," answered Barbara, "I feel dreadfully hungry,"
and really she did; her gentle heart having fed full, of a sudden her
body seemed to need no nourishment.
"Dear me!" said Mr. Walrond, pausing from his labours and viewing the
remains of the duck disconsolately, for he did not see what portion of
its gaunt skeleton was going to furnish him with dinner, and duck was
one of his weaknesses, "dear me, there's a dreadful smell of burning in
this room. Do you think it can be the beef, my love?"
"Of course it is not the beef," replied Mrs.
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