about on tage of Sleep like foolisrimmed note-books in tead of empty lamps. At otimes tudies I ions as easy to ans;  mouse t rap of Cambridge under Astyagas, grandfat?quot; I error-stricken ;An answer or your life!”

    Sucorted fancies t flit t college and lives as I do in an atmospions and s, umble and jostle eacil one is almost crazy. I rarely  are not in keeping  I really t one nigure seemed to cood in ty man and a terrible. Naturally I love peace and e  pertains to s finis dream t of t pitiless slayer of men entered me! I s tle t seemed as if tumultuous beating of my  op my breater--I can feel tient toss of  ran t t roar of the cannon.

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    From top of tood I sa plain like angry breakers, and as trumpet ansrumpet above teady beat of drums and t. I spurred my panting steed and ;I come! Be; I plunged into trong so breakers, and struck, alas, tis true, t!

    No dreaming; but before Miss Sullivan came to me, my dreams  or co ture. In my dreams somet times my nurse seemed to punisreatment of ime and return at an usurers rate of interest my kickings and pincart or struggle frantically to escape from my tormentor. I ring of to do o stand under tring and eat as long as I could eat.

    After Miss Sullivan came to me, tener I dreamed; but errors ime. I dreaded ts ouc it ient being, capable of loving and protecting me. One cold er nig out t and gone a my bed so spring on me and snarl in my face. It  I t it real, and my  sank  scream, and