It was not you who paid the price of his dear life in pain . He would not call to you -- he wanted his mother . '' I got her back to the house and to her bed , whither she went obediently enough , and soon fell into the sleep of exhaustion . But there was no more sleep for me that night . I kept a grim vigil with dread . When I had married Josephine , one of those officious relatives that are apt to buzz about a man 's marriage told me that her grandmother had been insane all the latter part of her life . She had grieved over the death of a favorite child until she lost her mind , and , as the first indication of it , she had sought by nights a white dream-child which always called her , so she said , and led her afar with a little , pale , beckoning hand . I had smiled at the story then . What had that grim old bygone to do with springtime and love and Josephine ? But it came back to me now , hand in hand with my fear . Was this fate coming on my dear wife ? It was too horrible for belief . She was so young , so fair , so sweet , this girl-wife of mine . It had been only a bad dream , with a frightened , bewildered waking . So I tried to comfort myself . When she awakened in the morning she did not speak of what had happened and I did not dare to . She seemed more cheerful that day than she had been , and went about her household duties briskly and skillfully . My fear lifted . I was sure now that she had only dreamed . And I was confirmed in my hopeful belief when two nights had passed away uneventfully .
Then , on the third night , he dream-child called XXXXX her again .
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