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The Mahatma and the Hare by H. Rider (Henry Rider) Haggard
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matter whereon I feel quite incompetent to express any views.

But you see at that moment I woke up. The edge of the Road on which I
was standing seemed to give way beneath me, and I fell into space as one
does in a nightmare. It is a very unpleasant sensation.

*****

I remember noticing afterwards that I could not have been long asleep.
When I began to dream I had only just blown out the candle, and when I
awoke again there was still a smouldering spark upon its wick.

But, as I have said, in that spirit-land wither I had journeyed is to be
found neither time nor space nor any other familiar thing.
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