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Beyond the ridge, which was crowned with some sort of street lamp, anything was possible; but up to the lamp it seemed to him that he knew the road as well as he knew the parade ground. BEYOND THE RIDGE WHICH WAS CROWNED WITH SOME SORT OF STREET LAMP ANYTHING WAS POSSIBLE BUT UP TO THE LAMP IT SEEMED TO HIM THAT HE KNEW THE ROAD AS WELL AS HE KNEW THE PARADE GROUND
he case,” he explained. “I just told her, and she saw at once.” “Ye-es,” said the adjutant. “I expect that’s what she did. Comin’ to the Fusiliers’ dance to-night, Galahad?” “No, thanks. I’ve got a fight on with the major.” The virtuous apprentice sat up till midnight in the major’s quarters, with a stop-watch and a pair of compasses, shifting little painted lead-blocks about a four-inch map. Then he turned in and slept the sleep of innocence, which is full of healthy dreams. One peculiarity of his dreams he noticed at the beginning of his second hot weather. Two or three times a month they duplicated or ran in series. He would find himself sliding into dreamland by the same road—a road that ran along a beach near a pile of brushwood. To the right lay the sea, sometimes at full tide, sometimes withdrawn to the very horizon; but he knew it for the same sea. By that road he would travel over a swell of rising ground covered with short, withered grass, into valleys of wonder and unreason.  SHE ONLY WANTED TO KNOW THE FACTS OF THE CASE HE EXPLAINED I JUST TOLD HER AND SHE SAW AT ONCE YES SAID THE ADJUTANT I EXPECT THAT'S WHAT SHE DID COMING TO THE FUSILLA'S DANCE TO NIGHT GALAHAD NO THANKS I'VE GOT A FIGHT ON WITH THE MAJOR THE VIRTUOUS APPRENTICE SAT UP TILL MIDNIGHT IN THE MAJOR'S QUARTERS WITH A STOP WATCH AND A PAIR OF COMPASSES SHIFTING LITTLE PAINTED LEAD BLOCKS ABOUT A FOUR INCH MAP THEN HE TURNED IN AND SLEPT THE SLEEP OF INNOCENCE WHICH IS FULL OF HEALTHY DREAMS ONE PECULIARITY OF HIS DREAMS HE NOTICED AT THE BEGINNING OF HIS SECOND HOT WEATHER TWO OR THREE TIMES A MONTH THEY DUPLICATED OR RAN IN SERIES HE WOULD FIND HIMSELF SLIDING INTO DREAMLAND BY THE SAME ROAD A ROAD THAT RAN ALONG A BEACH NEAR A PILE OF BRUSHWOOD TO THE RIGHT LAY THE SEA SOMETIMES AT FULL TIDE SOMETIMES WITHDRAWN TO THE VERY HORIZON BUT HE KNEW IT FOR THE SAME SEA BY THAT ROAD HE WOULD TRAVEL OVER A SWELL OF RISING GROUND COVERED WITH SHORT WITHERED GRASS INTO VALLEYS OF WONDER AND UNREASON
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