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 "He means well," said Melville, clinging to his proposition.

"He means nothing. Only very dimly he suspects"

"Yes?"

"What you too are beginning to suspect. That other things may be conceivable even if they are not possible. That this life of yours is not everything. That it is not to be taken too seriously. Because  there are better dreams!"

The song of the sirens was in her voice; my cousin would not look at her face. "I know nothing of any other dreams," he said. "One has oneself and this life, and that is enough to manage. What other dreams can there be? Anyhow, we are in the dream—we have to accept it. Besides, you know, that's going off the question. We were talking of Chatteris, and why you have come for him. Why should you come, why