The Fen Tiger [antikvár]

Rosamund Morley was dreaming; she was dreaming that she was putting her signatinre to the bottom of a document and this document concerned Heron Mill. She was not buying the millit was being made over to her as a deed of gift, and the donor on this particular occasion was her imcle. Sometimes, when she dreamed this dream, it was her cousin Clifford who would be the donor, and not only would she be getting the house but him too, not as a deed of gift but as a husband, and she looked forward to this part of the dream.This dream was as famlHar to Rosamund as was the room in which she slept. It usually occurred during the early part of her sleep, and had she wakened one morning and told herself she'd never had her dream she would have been surprised and perhaps a little apprehensive she always had her dream.Tonight the pattern of the dream was as usualat least up to a pomt. She signed the document, she kissed her uncle (it was her uncle who was bestowing the gift tonight), then, turning from him, she ran out of the sit-ting-room, through the low hall and to the top step leading dovm from the front door. There, below her, lay the garden that separated the house from the river bank. The river was narrow at this point, being merely a cut meandering off Brandon Creek, but it still needed a ferry to cross it. She could not see the little red boat below tlie bank, but the sunhght glinting on the chain picked out its moorings on both sides of the river. The dream was still keeping to pattern: one minute she was standing on the steps of the house, the next she was cHmbing the wheel-I':.AIl-