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"
You
talked
a
lot
in
your
sleep
!
"
"
Did
I
?
"
She
started
up
.
Dawn
was
cold
in
the
room
.
A
gray
light
filled
her
as
she
lay
there
.
"
What
was
your
dream
?
"
She
had
to
think
a
moment
to
remember
.
"
The
ship
.
It
came
from
the
sky
again
,
landed
,
and
the
tall
man
stepped
out
and
talked
to
me
,
telling
me
little
jokes
,
laughing
,
and
it
was
pleasant
.
"
Mr
.
K
touched
a
pillar
.
Founts
of
warm
water
leaped
up
,
steaming
;
the
chill
vanished
from
the
room
.
Mr
.
K
’
s
face
was
impassive
.
"
And
then
,
"
she
said
,
"
this
man
,
who
said
his
strange
name
was
Nathaniel
York
,
told
me
I
was
beautiful
and
—
and
kissed
me
.
"
"
Ha
!
"
cried
the
husband
,
turning
violently
away
,
his
jaw
working
.
"
It
’
s
only
a
dream
.
"
She
was
amused
.
