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When he was unrestful for any reason, he would tell himself how he was sure to get there—sure to get there—if he shut his eyes and surrendered to the drift of things. WHEN HE WAS UNRESTFUL FOR ANY REASON HE WOULD TELL HIMSELF HOW HE WAS SURE TO GET THERE SURE TO GET THERE IF HE SHUT HIS EYES AND SURRENDERED TO THE DRIFT OF THINGS
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 To the right lay the sea, sometimes at full tide, sometimes withdrawn to the very horizon; but he knew it for the same sea.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. 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 learned to look forward to the place; for, once there, he was sure of a good night’s rest, and Indian hot weather can be rather trying. First, shadowy under closing eyelids, would come the outline of the brushwood-pile; next the white sand of the beach-road, almost overhanging the black, changeful sea; then the turn inland and uphill to the single light.  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ROAD A ROAD THAT RAN ALONG A BEACH NEAR A PILE OF BRUSHWOOD TO THE RIGHT LAY THE SEA SOMETIMES AT FULL TIDE SOMETIMES WITHDRAWN TO THE VERY HORIZON BUT HE KNEW IT FOR THE SAME SEA BY THAT ROAD HE WOULD TRAVEL OVER A SWELL OF RISING GROUND COVERED WITH SHORT WITHERED GRASS INTO VALLEYS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 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 LEARNED TO LOOK FORWARD TO THE PLACE FOR ONCE THERE HE WAS SURE OF A GOOD NIGHT'S REST AND INDIAN HOT WEATHER CAN BE RATHER TRYING FIRST SHADOWY UNDER CLOSING EYELIDS WOULD COME THE OUTLINE OF THE BRUSHWOOD PILE NEXT THE WHITE SAND OF THE BEACH ROAD ALMOST OVERHANGING THE BLACK CHANGEFUL SEA THEN THE TURN IN LAND AND UPHILL TO THE SINGLE LIGHT
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