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placed there must reach her, and that 
there her answer could be conveyed. 
I told him that iron bolts were but 
as stalks of burnt straw, and even 
chains of brass but as the ashes of 
flax at the touch of gold. Then, in 
his dream, I pointed out to him his 
rapturous and triumphant flight with 
the lady of his love ; their short and 
pleasant sojourn in a foreign land; 
and, finally, the blissful reconciliation 
between fathers and children; and 
the crowning felicity of the parental 
blessing. Then I drew him such a 
sweet picture of domestic bliss, that 
he wept tears of rapture in his sleep. 
“ He was roused, re-animated. He 
