`` Being young , no doubt , you dream a-plenty . '' I answered hotly and bitterly that I had done with dreams . `` No , you have n't , '' said Abel meditatively . `` You may think you have . What then ? First thing you know you 'll be dreaming again -- thank the Lord for it . I ai n't going to ask you what 's soured you on dreaming just now . After awhile you 'll begin again , especially if you come to this garden as much as I hope you will . It 's chockful of dreams -- any kind of dreams . You take your choice . Now , I favour dreams of adventures , if you 'll believe it . I 'm sixty-one and I never do anything rasher than go out cod-fishing on a fine day , but I still lust after adventures . Then I dream I 'm an awful fellow -- blood-thirsty . '' I burst out laughing . Perhaps laughter was somewhat rare in that old garden . Tamzine , who was weeding at the far end , lifted her head in a startled fashion and walked past us into the house . She did not look at us or speak to us . She was reputed to be abnormally shy . She was very stout and wore a dress of bright red-and-white striped material . Her face was round and blank , but her reddish hair was abundant and beautiful .
A huge , orange-coloured cat was XXXXX her heels ; as she passed us he bounded over to the arbour and sprang up on Abel 's knee .
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