I looked at her and they were her eyes - very serious as
though absorbed in her own deep thoughts.
Then I folded her in my arms and I knew positively that it was she and
I called out passionately: "Are you there? How sweet of you that you
came after all!" It was very happy - happier than any moment of my
waking life has ever been.
I woke up, no longer sad, but very serious, and also, for the first
time after such a dream, a trifle tired.
I did not find any marks of tears and I asked Lucia whether she had
heard me cry or speak or making a noise in my sleep.
"No," she said. "You were lying still and tranquilly sleeping, I
believe. I was awake early. I again had such a disquieting dream about
that white horse. It was a splendid creature with a heavy full mane, a
long white tail and red glittering eyes. I stood close beside him and
he would not let me pass. I was frightened to death, but when I kept
quiet he did not harm me."
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