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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