I have had, for some days past, a presentiment--you will think me, doubtless, weak for yielding to it.

I am not superstitious." "Not so," said Claude, "but I cannot deny that such things as presentiments may be possible.

However miraculous they may seem, are they so very much more so than the daily fact of memory?
I can as little guess why we can remember the past as why we may not, at times, be able to foresee the future." "True.

You speak, if not like a physician, yet like a metaphysician; so you will not laugh at me, and compel the weak old man and his fancy to take refuge with a girl--who is not weak .-- Grace, darling, you think still that he is coming ?" She came forward and leaned over him.
"Yes," she half whispered.

"He is coming soon to us: or else we are soon going to him.