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Clement closed the door as noiselessly as he had opened it, and then went slowly to the sitting room. There was a struggling fire in the shining grate; and the indefatigable waiter, who refused to believe in the extinction of mail coaches, had laid the breakfast apparatus—frosty looking white and blue cups and saucers on a snowy cloth, a cut glass cream jug that looked as if it had been made out of ice, and a brazen urn in the last stage of polish. CLEMENT CLOSED THE DOOR AS NOISELESSLY AS HE HAD OPENED IT AND THEN WENT SLOWLY TO THE SITTING ROOM THERE WAS A STRUGGLING FIRE IN THE SHINING GRATE AND THE INDEFATIGABLE WAITER WHO REFUSED TO BELIEVE IN THE EXTINCTION OF MAIL COACHES HAD LAID THE BREAKFAST APPARATUS FROSTY LOOKING WHITE AND BLUE CUPS AND SAUCERS ON A SNOWY CLOTH A CUT GLASS CREAM JUG THAT LOOKED AS IF IT HAD BEEN MADE OUT OF ICE AND A BRAZEN URN IN THE LAST STAGE OF POLISH
und Maudesley Abbey, walking with a DEAD MAN, whose face was strange to him. This was the last of many dreams, all more or less grotesque or horrible, but none so vivid or distinct as this. The end of the vision woke Clement with a sudden shock, and he opened his eyes upon the cold morning light, which seemed especially cold in this chamber at the Reindeer, where the paper on the walls was of the palest grey, and every curtain or drapery of a spotless white. Clement lost no time over his toilet. He looked at his watch while dressing, and found that it was between seven and eight. It wanted a quarter to eight when he left his room, and went to his mother's door to inquire about Margaret. He knocked softly, but there was no answer; then he tried the door, and finding it unlocked, opened it a few inches with a cautious hand, and listened to his mother's regular breathing. "She is asleep, poor soul," he thought. "I won't disturb her, for she must want rest after sitting up half last night. LMOT BY MOONLIGHT IN THE PARK AROUND MAUDESLEY ABBEY WALKING WITH A DEAD MAN WHOSE FACE WAS STRANGE TO HIM THIS WAS THE LAST OF MANY DREAMS ALL MORE OR LESS GROTESQUE OR HORRI BUT NONE SO VIVID OR DISTINCT AS THIS THE END OF THE VISION WOKE CLEMENT WITH A SUDDEN SHOCK AND HE OPENED HIS EYES UPON THE COLD MORNING LIGHT WHICH SEEMED ESPECIALLY COLD IN THIS CHAMBER AT THE REINDEER WHERE THE PAPER ON THE WALLS WAS OF THE PALEST GREY AND EVERY CURTAIN OR DRAPERY OF A SPOTLESS WHITE CLEMENT LOST NO TIME OVER HIS TOILET HE LOOKED AT HIS WATCH WHILE DRESSING AND FOUND THAT IT WAS BETWEEN SEVEN AND EIGHT IT WANTED A QUARTER TO EIGHT WHEN HE LEFT HIS ROOM AND WENT TO HIS MOTHER'S DOOR TO INQUIRE ABOUT MARGARET HE KNOCKED SOFTLY BUT THERE WAS NO ANSWER THEN HE TRIED THE DOOR AND FINDING IT UNLOCKED OPENED IT A FEW INCHES WITH A CAUTIOUS HAND AND LISTENED TO HIS MOTHER'S REGULAR BREATHING SHE IS ASLEEP POOR SOUL HE THOUGHT I WON'T DISTURB HER FOR SHE MUST WANT REST AFTER SITTING UP HALF LAST NIGHT
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