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To watch her became so painful that Morgan at last turned away his eyes. All was over. His beautiful visions had gone. His eyes were suddenly opened and he found himself transported from dreamland, not to reality for he could not yet believe this was reality but into what seemed a horrible nightmare. The act ended at last and the curtain fell amid a frigid silence.
Thoughts of Adah, and the increased expense her presence would necessarily bring, flitted across his mind, while Barney's bill, put over once, and due again ere long, sat like a nightmare on him, for he saw no way in which to meet it.
"Can you remember anything about the wreck, French?" Quest enquired. The Inspector passed his hand wearily over his forehead. "It seems more like a dream or rather a nightmare than anything," he admitted. "I was sitting opposite Craig when the crash came. I was unconscious for a time. When I came to, I was simply pinned down by the side of the car.
And in the same way as Madame Vincent had burst out sobbing on perceiving the leather strap which her little girl had touched, so she burst into joy at the sight of this scratch, which reminded her of her long martyrdom in this same carriage, all the abomination which had now disappeared, vanished like a nightmare.
"It is like a nightmare. It oppresses me to think of it. I feel guilty to believe it, and yet I don't dare to deny it to myself, for fear of the consequences. It's about Mr. Edmonson, father." "Oh!" said her listener in a tone far from pleased. "And Mr. Archdale, added Elizabeth. Not that who the people are makes any difference. Our duties would be just the same knowing the, knowing what I do."
Later on, when the ridge was won he found himself, still in the company of the nightmare, cowering close to the lock of a rail fence that zigzagged along the crest. How he got there he really did not know. He had his musket still clutched his mountaineer's instinct served for that. Presently he made the discovery that he had been firing, had fired thrice, it appeared from his cartridge box.
"Yes I am only dreaming! A horrid dream though horrid would I could wake myself 'tis nightmare! I know it if I could but move something my toes my fingers oh!" These reflections actually passed through my mind. They have done so at other times when I have been under the influence of nightmare; and I now no longer dread this incubus, since I have learnt how to throw it off. Then I could not.
"I suppose it's all true, Warburton," began the other in a low voice, "but I can't believe it yet. I seem to be walking in a nightmare; and when you gave me your hand at the door, I thought for a second that I'd just woke up." "Sit down," said Will, "and let's have it out. Give me the details." "That's exactly what I wish to do.
And will we, by our words and example, by our coldness or open opposition, help to keep any man back from Christ, or to drag down to hell a neighbour or friend, a brother, sister, or child? A labourer together with Satan! Oh, consider the possibility of this being the record at judgment of our history, that we may start, as from a nightmare, from so hideous an imputation!
I must sometimes have spoken or cried out, for I remember I was now and then amazed at being answered; yet I was conscious of no particular nightmare, only of a general, black, abiding horror a horror of the place I was in, and the bed I lay on, and the plaids on the wall, and the voices, and the fire, and myself.
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