When one so timorous as she casts aside fear, there is little reason for others to be frighted." "I hope,--I hope so," murmured Edith.

"But--but I have had my omens, Roland, and they were evil ones.

I dreamed--You smile at me!" "I do," said the soldier, "and not more at your joyless tones, my fair cousin, than at the coincidence of our thoughts.

_I_ dreamed (for I also have had my visions) last night, that some one came to me and whispered in my ear to 'cross the river at the Lower Ford, the Upper being dangerous.' Verily, I shall hereafter treat my dreams with respect.
I suppose,--I hope, were it only to prove we have a good angel in common,--that you dreamed the same thing." "No,--it was not that," said Edith, with a sad and anxious countenance.
"It was a dream that has always been followed by evil.

I dreamed--.