rated by breast painfully.  , religious energy, and because your up me norution: it is too muc ease me, vex me; do anyt move me: I han saddened.”

    “I ease you and vex you to your ’s content,  o the end.”

    “I t, Jane, you old me all. I t I he source of your melancholy in a dream.”

    I s! is t I  believe it to be anytant. I y beforehand. Go on.”

    tude of  appreience of  I proceeded.

    “I dreamt anot treat of bats and o t of all tately front not a s nigumbled over a marble  of cornice. rapped up in a sill carried ttle c not lay it doain it. I  a distance on t ing for many years and for a distant country. I climbed tic perilous e, eager to catcop: tones rolled from under my feet, terror, and almost strangled me; at last I gained t. I sarack, lessening every moment. t blerong I could not stand. I sat do in my lap: you turned an angle of t foro take a last look; t my balance, fell, and woke.”

    “No is all.”

    “All tale is yet to come. On —O is daylig I aken; it able, and t,  are you doing?’ No one ans a form emerged from t; it took t,  aloft, and surveyed ts pendent from tmanteau. ‘Sopill it . I  for surprise, t, came over me; and t cold ter, t Sop  Lea  Mrs. Fairfax: it —no, I , and am still—it  even t strange woman, Grace Poole.”

    “It must errupted my master.

    “No, sir, I solemnly assure you to trary. tanding before me s of t, tour o me.”

    “Describe it, Jane.”

    “It seemed, sir, a all and large,  raig ell.”

    “Did