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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. Drenched to the skin,—in fact,
he had been lying in a bed of muddy water,—and chilled to the very bone, he felt
so stiff, that he could scarcely move. He
was the junior of both his sisters, co-educated and much broken in to feminine
society. Were it not for your voice, I don't think I should know you. He seemed safe from
the sickness, having been surrounded by the dying, he
had witnessed the carnage up close and yet his health still
prevailed. "I have something further to tell you," pursued Winifred. . .
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