Things I want to do before I die.



He waked up in the dark, trembling with horror, and made haste to light a candle.
" What was it? What? What was the dreadful thing I dreamed? Yes, yes; I think a little dirty man with a disheveled beard was stooping down doing something, and all of a sudden he began saying some strange words in French.
Yes, there was nothing else in the dream," he said to himself.
" But why was it so awful?" He vividly recalled the peasant again and those incomprehensible French words the peasant had uttered, and a chill of horror ran down his spine.

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