Book3:WereMyDreamIs (第58/1399页)

ed.Hewasverytired.Hehadnotsleptatallthenightbefore,havihetimeinwildandfrenziedimagination.Hedidnothaveacetotakeanapallmandalfternoonandnowthewonderfulwinehehadbeenofferedbegantotakeeffect.Hefeltdrowsy,butCharinawassittingacrossfromhimalttention,eyeswideopen,pletelyentrancedbyhisfasatingtalesoDimitritriedhisbesttogoon.Intheeoppedtalkinginthemiddleofasentendhissoftsnrewlouderandlouder.HewasjusttellingabouttheexgbattlebetweenKingDimitriandthesungodApollointheblueskieswhenhefelsleep.Notwishingtodisturbhisslumber,Chariheroomdarktopreservethemysteriousatmosphereofnight.Shesatalohesofaandsippedfrss.ShethoughtofherversationwithDimitriawhileago.Hehadsaid,“Youmakeuseofthecreativityandimaginationthatis