She told me: I had been ill for two years, and I noticed during my illness that every night I dreamed one and the same dream, in which I saw myself taking a walk in the countryside. I would glimpse from afar a white house, long of façade and low, surrounded by a small grove of lindens; and on the left side of this house I would see a garden walled in by poplars, whose high branches I could glimpse from a distance, swaying above the lindens. In this dream I felt an attraction toward this house that drove me on to it. Its entrance was surrounded by a gate painted white; then whoever entered had to follow a gently curving path lined with trees, between which were scattered flowers of every kind, and anemones — but these flowers would wither if I picked them. At the end of this path there was a great space carpeted with grass, through which grew violets. This house, built of white stone, had a roof of tile, and its door was of oak, light in color, with carved panels.
I longed to visit this house, but no one answered my call. I would ring the bell and call out, and meet nothing but disappointment — and at that point I would wake.
That is my dream, and it repeated itself over long months with a precision and an exactness that made me think I must have seen
this garden and this mansion in my childhood; yet in my waking state I could not recover the memory, and I went on searching for it stubbornly, until I learned to drive a car and decided to spend my summer holiday traveling the roads of France in search of the house of my dreams.
I do not wish to describe my journeys to you now, but I roamed through Normandy, Touraine, and Poitou without coming upon anything. I returned to Paris in October, and all through the winter I went back to dreaming of my white house. Then one day, as I was crossing a valley near L'Isle-Adam, I suddenly felt a delicious shiver — that strange emotion which takes hold of our senses when, after a long absence, we see persons or places we once loved.
Although I had never come to this region before, I recognized with perfect clarity the view that lay spread before my eyes: poplar branches hanging over masses of lindens, and through the scattered
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