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‘Nay, Bessy,’ said Margaret, gently, ‘it was but a dream.’
‘And why might na I dream a dream in my affliction as well as others? Did not many a one i’ the Bible? Ay, and see visions too! Why, even my father thinks a deal o’ dreams! I tell yo’ again, I saw yo’ as plainly, coming swiftly towards me, wi’ yo’r hair blown back wi’ the very swiftness o’ the motion, just like the way it grows, a little standing off like; and the white shining dress on yo’ve getten to wear. Let me come and see yo’ in it. I want to see yo’ and touch yo’ as in very deed yo’ were in my dream.’
‘My dear Bessy, it is quite a fancy of yours.’
‘Fancy or no fancy — yo’ve come, as I knew yo’ would, when I saw yo’r movement in my dream — and when yo’re here about me, I reckon I feel easier in my mind, and comforted, just as a fire comforts one on a dree day. Yo’ said it were on th’ twenty-first; please God, I’ll come and see yo’.’
‘Oh Bessy! you may come and welcome; but don’t talk so — it really makes me sorry. It does indeed.’
‘Then I’ll keep it to mysel’, if I bite my tongue out. Not but what it’s true for all that.’
Margaret was silent. At last she said,
‘Let us talk about it sometimes, if you think it true. But not now. Tell me, has your father turned out?’
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