Virginia awakes with a subdued cry upon her lip — and she starts up in a species of consternation. The effect of the dream is still upon her;-and she' cannot immediately comprehend where she is. But in a very few moments her ideas settle down into their proper departments; — and she becomes pain fully and poignantly alive to the fact that in pro portion as the garden of her dream was warm, glowing, and delicious, so is the garret of her reality chill, wretched, and cheerless.
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