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But
she
could
not
--
even
though
she
kept
her
eyes
closed
tightly
,
she
could
not
.
Something
was
forcing
her
to
awaken
--
something
in
the
room
.
It
was
a
sense
of
light
,
and
a
sound
--
the
sound
of
a
crackling
,
roaring
little
fire
.
"
Oh
,
I
am
awakening
,
"
she
said
mournfully
.
"
I
ca
n't
help
it
--
I
ca
n't
.
"
Her
eyes
opened
in
spite
of
herself
.
And
then
she
actually
smiled
--
for
what
she
saw
she
had
never
seen
in
the
attic
before
,
and
knew
she
never
should
see
.
"
Oh
,
I
HAVE
N'T
awakened
,
"
she
whispered
,
daring
to
rise
on
her
elbow
and
look
all
about
her
.
"
I
am
dreaming
yet
.
"
She
knew
it
MUST
be
a
dream
,
for
if
she
were
awake
such
things
could
not
--
could
not
be
.
Do
you
wonder
that
she
felt
sure
she
had
not
come
back
to
earth
?
This
is
what
she
saw
.
In
the
grate
there
was
a
glowing
,
blazing
fire
;
on
the
hob
was
a
little
brass
kettle
hissing
and
boiling
;
spread
upon
the
floor
was
a
thick
,
warm
crimson
rug
;
before
the
fire
a
folding-chair
,
unfolded
,
and
with
cushions
on
it
;
by
the
chair
a
small
folding-table
,
unfolded
,
covered
with
a
white
cloth
,
and
upon
it
spread
small
covered
dishes
,
a
cup
,
a
saucer
,
a
teapot
;
on
the
bed
were
new
warm
coverings
and
a
satin-covered
down
quilt
;
at
the
foot
a
curious
wadded
silk
robe
,
a
pair
of
quilted
slippers
,
and
some
books
.
The
room
of
her
dream
seemed
changed
into
fairyland
--
and
it
was
flooded
with
warm
light
,
for
a
bright
lamp
stood
on
the
table
covered
with
a
rosy
shade
.
She
sat
up
,
resting
on
her
elbow
,
and
her
breathing
came
short
and
fast
.
"
It
does
not
--
melt
away
,
"
she
panted
.
"
Oh
,
I
never
had
such
a
dream
before
.
"
She
scarcely
dared
to
stir
;
but
at
last
she
pushed
the
bedclothes
aside
,
and
put
her
feet
on
the
floor
with
a
rapturous
smile
.
"
I
am
dreaming
--
I
am
getting
out
of
bed
,
"
she
heard
her
own
voice
say
;
and
then
,
as
she
stood
up
in
the
midst
of
it
all
,
turning
slowly
from
side
to
side
--
"
I
am
dreaming
it
stays
--
real
!
I
'm
dreaming
it
FEELS
real
.
It
's
bewitched
--
or
I
'm
bewitched
.
I
only
THINK
I
see
it
all
.
"
Her
words
began
to
hurry
themselves
.
"
If
I
can
only
keep
on
thinking
it
,
"
she
cried
,
"
I
do
n't
care
!
I
do
n't
care
!
"
