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1048676Visions: A Phantasyhttps://www.gandhi.com.mx/visions-a-phantasy-1/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/173080/0421af20-5395-4ce5-95af-f8fddff054e8.jpg?v=638333685317030000122135MXNLibrary of AlexandriaInStock/Ebooks/<p>FOR a long time I tried in vain to sleep and kept tossing from side to side. The devil take all this nonsense of tipping tables, I said to myself, it certainly shakes the nerves. At length, however, drowsiness began to get the upper hand. Suddenly it seemed to me that a harp-string twanged feebly in my chamber. I lifted my head. The moon was low in the sky and shone full in my face; its light lay like a chalk-mark on the carpet. The strange sound was distinctly repeated. I raised myself on my elbow, my heart beat forcibly. A minute passed so anotherthen in the distance a cock crowed and a second answered him from yet further. My head fell back on the pillow. It comes even to that, I thought, my ears are fairly ringing. In a moment more I was asleep, or seemed to myself to be sleeping. I had a singular dream. I thought that I was in my own chamber, in my own bed, wide awake. Suddenly I hear the noise again. I turn. The moonbeam on the floor begins to waver, to rise, to take shape, stands motionless before me like the white figure of a woman, transparent as mist.</p>...1044031Visions: A Phantasy122135https://www.gandhi.com.mx/visions-a-phantasy-1/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/173080/0421af20-5395-4ce5-95af-f8fddff054e8.jpg?v=638333685317030000InStockMXN99999DIEbook20259781465600066_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_<p>FOR a long time I tried in vain to sleep and kept tossing from side to side. The devil take all this nonsense of tipping tables, I said to myself, it certainly shakes the nerves. At length, however, drowsiness began to get the upper hand. Suddenly it seemed to me that a harp-string twanged feebly in my chamber. I lifted my head. The moon was low in the sky and shone full in my face; its light lay like a chalk-mark on the carpet. The strange sound was distinctly repeated. I raised myself on my elbow, my heart beat forcibly. A minute passed so anotherthen in the distance a cock crowed and a second answered him from yet further. My head fell back on the pillow. It comes even to that, I thought, my ears are fairly ringing. In a moment more I was asleep, or seemed to myself to be sleeping. I had a singular dream. I thought that I was in my own chamber, in my own bed, wide awake. Suddenly I hear the noise again. I turn. The moonbeam on the floor begins to waver, to rise, to take shape, stands motionless before me like the white figure of a woman, transparent as mist.</p>(*_*)9781465600066_<p>FOR a long time I tried in vain to sleep and kept tossing from side to side. The devil take all this nonsense of tipping tables, I said to myself, it certainly shakes the nerves. At length, however, drowsiness began to get the upper hand. Suddenly it seemed to me that a harp-string twanged feebly in my chamber. I lifted my head. The moon was low in the sky and shone full in my face; its light lay like a chalk-mark on the carpet. The strange sound was distinctly repeated. I raised myself on my elbow, my heart beat forcibly. A minute passed so anotherthen in the distance a cock crowed and a second answered him from yet further. My head fell back on the pillow. It comes even to that, I thought, my ears are fairly ringing. In a moment more I was asleep, or seemed to myself to be sleeping. I had a singular dream. I thought that I was in my own chamber, in my own bed, wide awake. Suddenly I hear the noise again. I turn. The moonbeam on the floor begins to waver, to rise, to take shape, stands motionless before me like the white figure of a woman, transparent as mist.</p>...9781465600066_Library of Alexandrialibro_electonico_dd257621-4ea3-3c5a-8134-38184ef8367b_9781465600066;9781465600066_9781465600066Ivan SergeevichInglésMéxicohttps://getbook.kobo.com/koboid-prod-public/markmoxford-epub-b9bb2623-c099-44a4-9601-b9e797d9e21d.epub2025-07-08T00:00:00+00:00Library of Alexandria