He was mad. Wood, now more buxom and more gorgeously arrayed than ever,—as well as a young and beautiful female, in whom he was at no loss to recognise the carpenter's daughter. The queer phase of the dream was this, she was at no time a woman; she was symbolical of something, and he followed to learn what this something was. The bed-and table-linen were of the finest texture. . Annabel laughed a little uneasily. A nine days’ wonder is soon forgotten. ” He recovered himself.
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