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Portrait of Sax Rohmer Sax Rohmer The Green Eyes of Bast — XII. I DREAM OF GREEN EYES (1920)

One thing I immediately perceived which may have accounted for my bad dreams; I had been sleeping with the moonlight shining directly upon my face. Another thing I thought I perceived, but endeavored to assure myself that it represented the aftermath of an unpleasant nightmare. This was a lithe shape streaking through my open window—a figment of the imagination, as I concluded at the time, the tail-end of a dream visibly retreating in the moment of awakening.
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Portrait of Sax Rohmer Sax Rohmer The Green Eyes of Bast — XII. I DREAM OF GREEN EYES (1920)

Certainly, whatever the reason might be, the village even in broad daylight retained that indefinable aspect of neglect, of loneliness. Many of the cottages were of very early date—and many were empty. A deserted mill stood at one end of the village street, having something very mournful and depressing about it, with its black, motionless wings outspread against the blue sky like those of a great bat transfixed.
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Portrait of Sax Rohmer Sax Rohmer The Green Eyes of Bast — XII. I DREAM OF GREEN EYES (1920)

The landlord had informed me that it was Friar's Park which could thus be seen peeping out from the trees, and as I stood watching that sentinel tower a thousand strange ideas visited me.
The curious air of loneliness of which I had become conscious at the moment of my arrival, was emphasized now that the residents in the district had retired to their scattered habitations. No sound of bird or beast disturbed the silence.
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