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dream had been so vivid that involuntarily he turned in his bed to

look again at what haunted hi eyes, the white body, and

the blood Terror, when once he had accepted the fact that she was

dead, gave place to pity--a pity more intense than he had ever

conceived He had pitied her on the night of their ree that he felt heart-broken at the s And now, as the principal actor in a play, she grew in

ian to see that she was more than an incident; she

was of the stuff of his life

What was more odd was, that in the dream he had wanted her, as she

him; and that he could look back upon it now and understand the

desire With all the shock that still crowded about him till the

shadowy room seemed full of it, there was this one beaht in a dusty place He too had held out his

arms: he had wanted to take her, to hold her, white and unearthly

though she , this seee to hih

(as I say) the re with it, he did not

want her in that way now Supposing that she were alive and lying

here, he knew that he should not want her But the red sword! He

shuddered and closed his eyes; there she was, pitifully dead of a

wound in the breast I suppose he was not more superstitious than o to Gracedieu