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The Book of Dreams and Ghosts
·
Andrew Lang
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"'In
the
morning
your
father
got
up
without
disturbing
me;
he
had
not
noticed
anything
extraordinary
about
me
or
the
bed-hangings.
When
I
did
arise
I
found
a
long
broom
in
the
gallery
outside
the
bedroom
door,
and
with
great
difficulty
I
unhooded
the
curtain,
fearing
that
the
position
of
it
might
excite
surprise
and
cause
inquiry.
I
bound
up
my
wrist
with
black
ribbon
before
I
went
down
to
breakfast,
where
the
agitation
of
my
mind
was
too
visible
not
to
attract
attention.
Sir
Tristram
made
many
anxious
inquiries
as
to
my
health,
especially
as
to
my
sprained
wrist,
as
he
conceived
mine
to
be.
I
begged
him
to
drop
all
questions
as
to
the
bandage,
even
if
I
continued
to
adopt
it
for
any
length
of
time.
He
kindly
promised
me
not
to
speak
of
it
any
more,
and
he
kept
his
promise
faithfully.
You,
my
son,
came
into
the
world
as
predicted,
and
your
father
died
six
years
after.
I
then
determined
to
abandon
society
and
its
pleasures
and
not
mingle
again
with
the
world,
hoping
to
avoid
the
dreadful
predictions
as
to
my
second
marriage;
but,
alas!
in
the
one
family
with
which
I
held
constant
and
friendly
intercourse
I
met
the
man,
whom
I
did
not
regard
with
perfect
indifference.
Though
I
struggled
to
conquer
by
every
means
the
passion,
I
at
length
yielded
to
his
solicitations,
and
in
a
fatal
moment
for
my
own
peace
I
became
his
wife.
In
a
few
years
his
conduct
fully
justified
my
demand
for
a
separation,
and
I
fondly
hoped
to
escape
the
fatal
prophecy.
Under
the
delusion
that
I
had
passed
my
forty-seventh
birthday,
I
was
prevailed
upon
to
believe
in
his
amendment,
and
to
pardon
him.
I
have,
however,
heard
from
undoubted
authority
that
I
am
only
forty-seven
this
day,
and
I
know
that
I
am
about
to
die.
I
die,
however,
without
the
dread
of
death,
fortified
as
I
am
by
the
sacred
precepts
of
Christianity
and
upheld
by
its
promises.
When
I
am
gone,
I
wish
that
you,
my
children,
should
unbind
this
black
ribbon
and
alone
behold
my
wrist
before
I
am
consigned
to
the
grave.'
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