"
I looked up at him inquiringly, and, of purpose, a little sceptically.
He smiled something sadly and continued: "Oh, I know you think it
foolishness. But remember that all sailors are more or less
superstitious: it is bred in them; it is constitutional, and I am afraid
there's a good deal of the sailor in me yet."
Remembering Hungerford, I said: "I know that sailors are superstitious,
the most seasoned of them are that. But it means nothing. I may think or
feel that there is going to be a plague, but I should not enlarge the
insurance on my life because of it."
He put his hand on my shoulder and looked down at me earnestly. "But,
Marmion, these things, I assure you, are not matters of will, nor yet
morbidness. They occur at the most unexpected times. I have had such
sensations before, and they were followed by strange matters."
I nodded, but said nothing. I was still thinking of Hungerford. After a
slight pause he continued somewhat hesitatingly:
"I dreamed last night, three times, of events that occurred in my past;
events which I hoped would never disturb me in the life I am now
leading.
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