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The Lost Cheque
Mr. A., a barrister, sat up one night to write letters,...

Jean Bouchon
I was in Orleans a good many years ago. At the time i...

Ticonderoga"
Inverawe rose before dawn and went straight to the cave...

Farm Barn Main Floor Plan
Underneath the body of the barn are the stables, root c...

Farm House Design Iv
This is perhaps a more ambitious house than either of t...

The Daemon Of Spraiton In Devon {111} Anno 1682
"About the month of November in the year 1682, in the p...

The Cow With The Bell
I had given a glass ball to the wife of a friend, whose...

The Bold Venture
The little fisher-town of Portstephen comprised two s...

What May Happen In A Field Of Wild Oats
". . . The sun had hardly risen when we left the house....

The Mysterious Island
In the beautiful Chu-san archipelago there is a small...





The Lost Key






Lady X., after walking in a wood near her house in Ireland, found that
she had lost an important key. She dreamed that it was lying at the
root of a certain tree, where she found it next day, and her theory is
the same as that of Mr. A., the owner of the lost cheque. {11c}

As a rule dreams throw everything into a dramatic form. Some one
knocks at our door, and the dream bases a little drama on the noise;
it constructs an explanatory myth, a myth to account for the noise,
which is acted out in the theatre of the brain.

To take an instance, a disappointing one:--





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