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Quite without meaning to do it he pulled on the reins; the swan rose. He pulled again and the carriage stopped at the landing window. QUITE WITHOUT MEANING TO DO IT HE PULLED ON THE REINS THE SWAN ROSE HE PULLED AGAIN AND THE CARRIAGE STOPPED AT THE LANDING WINDOW
 the other voice that was talking with hers, made one bound to the window, set his knee on it, stood up and jumped; and he heard, as his knee touched the icy window-sill, the strange voice say, "Another," and then he was in the air falling, falling. "I shall wake when I reach the ground," Dickie told himself, "and then I shall know it's all only a dream, a silly dream." But he never reached the ground. He had not fallen a couple of yards before he was caught by something soft as heaped feathers or drifted snow; it moved and shifted under him, took shape; it was a chair--no, a carriage. And there were reins in his hand--white reins. And a horse? No--a swan with wide, white wings. He grasped the reins and guided the strange steed to a low swoop that should bring him near the flare of torches in the street, outside the great front door. And as the swan laid its long neck low in downward flight he saw his cousins in a carriage like his own rise into the sky and sail away towards the south. SHED PAST THE NURSE PAST HER VOICE AND THE OTHER VOICE THAT WAS TALKING WITH HERS MADE ONE BOUND TO THE WINDOW SET HIS KNEE UPON IT STOOD UP AND JUMPED AND HE HEARD AS HIS KNEE TOUCHED THE ICY WINDOW SILL THE STRANGE VOICE SAY ANOTHER AND THEN HE WAS IN THE AIR FALLING FALLING I SHALL WAKE WHEN I REACH THE GROUND DICKIE TOLD HIMSELF AND THEN I SHALL KNOW IT'S ONLY A DREAM A SILLY DREAM BUT HE NEVER REACHED THE GROUND HE HAD NOT FALLEN A COUPLE OF YARDS BEFORE HE WAS CAUGHT BY SOMETHING SOFT AS HEAPED FEATHERS OR DRIFTED SNOW IT MOVED AND SHIFTED UNDER HIM TOOK SHAPE IT WAS A CHAIR NO A CARRIAGE AND THERE WERE REINS IN HIS HAND WHITE REINS AND A HORSE NO A SWAN WITH WIDE WHITE WINGS HE GRASPED THE REINS AND GUIDED THE STRANGE STEED TO A LOW SWOOP THAT SHOULD BRING HIM NEAR THE FLARE OF TORCHES IN THE STREET OUTSIDE THE GREAT FRONT DOOR AND AS THE SWAN LAID ITS LONG NECK LOW IN DOWNWARD FLIGHT HE SAW HIS COUSINS IN A CARRIAGE LIKE HIS OWN RISE INTO THE SKY AND SAIL AWAY TOWARDS THE SOUTH
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