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On the night following her interview with Lady Tranmore, Kitty went from
one restless, tormented dream into another, but towards morning she fell
into one of a different kind. She dreamed she was in a country of great
mountains. The peaks were snow-crowned, vast glaciers filled the chasms
on their flanks, forests of pines clothed the lower sides of the hills,
and the fields below were full of spring flowers. She saw a little
Alpine village, and a church with an old and slender campanile. A plain
stone building stood by--it seemed to be an inn of the old-fashioned
sort--and she entered it. The dinner-table was ready in the low-roofed
salle-a-manger, and as she sat down to eat she saw that two other
guests were at the same table. She glanced at them, and perceived that
one was William and the other her child, Harry, grown older--and
transfigured. Instead of the dull and clouded look which had wrung her
heart in the old days, against which she had striven, patiently and
impatiently, in vain, the blue eyes were alive with mind and affection.
It was as if the child beheld his mother for the first time and she him.
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