The Josephs and Daniels of these degenerate modern days, are makers of money, not interpreters of dreams.

But, I hope you don't imagine that I place the least importance on such things.

My dream was simply this: "I dreamed that that ugly old woman, whom you call Dinah North, came to my bedside with an intent to murder me." I paused, and fixed my eyes upon Mr.Moncton's face.

The glitter of his bright orbs almost dazzled me.

I thought, however, that his cheek paled for a moment, and that I could perceive a slight twitching movement about the muscles of the mouth.
"Well," said he, quite calmly, "and what then ?" "For a long time I resisted her efforts to stab me with a long knife, and I received several deep wounds in my hands, in endeavouring to ward off her home-thrusts; till, faint with loss of blood, I gave up the contest, and called aloud for aid.