I fell, one night some fifteen years ago, into what seemed the power of faery.
I had goh a young man and his sister—friends aions of my own—to pick stories out of an old tryman; and we were ing home talking over what he had told us. It was dark, and our imaginations were excited by his stories of apparitions, and this may have brought us, unknown to us, to the threshold, between sleeping and waking, where Sphinxes and Chimaeras sit open-eyed and where there are always murmurings and whisperings. I ot think that what we saw was an imagination of the waking mind. We had e under some trees that made the road very dark, when the girl saw a bright light moving slowly across the road. Her brother and myself saw nothing, and did not see anything until we had walked for about half-an-hour along the edge of the river and down a narrow lao some fields where there was a ruined church covered with ivy, and the foundations of what was called “the Old Town,” whic……（内容加载失败！）
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