"All your life you have dreamed of running water." And Sylvia nodded her head.
"Yes, yes," she said, with a peculiar intentness.
"The dream is part of you, part of your life.

For all you know, it may have modified your character." "Yes," said Sylvia.
"It is a part of you of which you could not rid yourself if you tried.
When you are asleep, this dream comes to you.

It is as much a part of you as a limb." And again Sylvia answered: "Yes." "Well, you are not responsible for it," and Sylvia leaned forward.
"Ah!" she said.

She had been wondering whether it was to this point that he was coming.
"You know now why you hear it, why it's part of you.

You were born to the sound of running water in that old house in Dorsetshire.