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Nelly, do you never dream queer dreams?'
she said, suddenly, after some minutes' reflection.
`Yes, now and then,' I answered.
`And so do I. I've dreamt in my
life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas:
they've gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered
the colour of my mind. And this is one; I'm going to tell it--but take
care not to smile at any part of it.'
(Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte)
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