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"
Yes
,
sir
.
"
"
She
's
a
rare
one
,
is
she
not
,
Jane
?
"
"
Yes
,
sir
.
"
"
A
strapper
--
a
real
strapper
,
Jane
:
big
,
brown
,
and
buxom
;
with
hair
just
such
as
the
ladies
of
Carthage
must
have
had
.
Bless
me
!
there
's
Dent
and
Lynn
in
the
stables
!
Go
in
by
the
shrubbery
,
through
that
wicket
.
"
As
I
went
one
way
,
he
went
another
,
and
I
heard
him
in
the
yard
,
saying
cheerfully
--
"
Mason
got
the
start
of
you
all
this
morning
;
he
was
gone
before
sunrise
:
I
rose
at
four
to
see
him
off
.
"
Presentiments
are
strange
things
!
and
so
are
sympathies
;
and
so
are
signs
;
and
the
three
combined
make
one
mystery
to
which
humanity
has
not
yet
found
the
key
.
I
never
laughed
at
presentiments
in
my
life
,
because
I
have
had
strange
ones
of
my
own
.
Sympathies
,
I
believe
,
exist
(
for
instance
,
between
far-distant
,
long-absent
,
wholly
estranged
relatives
asserting
,
notwithstanding
their
alienation
,
the
unity
of
the
source
to
which
each
traces
his
origin
)
whose
workings
baffle
mortal
comprehension
.
And
signs
,
for
aught
we
know
,
may
be
but
the
sympathies
of
Nature
with
man
.
When
I
was
a
little
girl
,
only
six
years
old
,
I
one
night
heard
Bessie
Leaven
say
to
Martha
Abbot
that
she
had
been
dreaming
about
a
little
child
;
and
that
to
dream
of
children
was
a
sure
sign
of
trouble
,
either
to
one
's
self
or
one
'
s
kin
.
The
saying
might
have
worn
out
of
my
memory
,
had
not
a
circumstance
immediately
followed
which
served
indelibly
to
fix
it
there
.
The
next
day
Bessie
was
sent
for
home
to
the
deathbed
of
her
little
sister
.
Of
late
I
had
often
recalled
this
saying
and
this
incident
;
for
during
the
past
week
scarcely
a
night
had
gone
over
my
couch
that
had
not
brought
with
it
a
dream
of
an
infant
,
which
I
sometimes
hushed
in
my
arms
,
sometimes
dandled
on
my
knee
,
sometimes
watched
playing
with
daisies
on
a
lawn
,
or
again
,
dabbling
its
hands
in
running
water
.
It
was
a
wailing
child
this
night
,
and
a
laughing
one
the
next
:
now
it
nestled
close
to
me
,
and
now
it
ran
from
me
;
but
whatever
mood
the
apparition
evinced
,
whatever
aspect
it
wore
,
it
failed
not
for
seven
successive
nights
to
meet
me
the
moment
I
entered
the
land
of
slumber
.
