It is nothing serious, but I cannot make it out.' She uncovered her left hand and arm; and their outline confronted Rhoda's gaze as the exact original of the limb she had beheld and seized in her dream.

Upon the pink round surface of the arm were faint marks of an unhealthy colour, as if produced by a rough grasp.

Rhoda's eyes became riveted on the discolorations; she fancied that she discerned in them the shape of her own four fingers.
'How did it happen ?' she said mechanically.
'I cannot tell,' replied Mrs.Lodge, shaking her head.

'One night when I was sound asleep, dreaming I was away in some strange place, a pain suddenly shot into my arm there, and was so keen as to awaken me.

I must have struck it in the daytime, I suppose, though I don't remember doing so.' She added, laughing, 'I tell my dear husband that it looks just as if he had flown into a rage and struck me there.