I drove the--the spell away from me, tore it away.
"And, O Walter--Dick--it hurt--it hurt--and for a breath before I ran to him it was like--like coming from a world in which there was no disorder, no sorrow, no doubts, a rhythmic, harmonious world of light and music, into--into a world that was like a black and dirty kitchen.
"And it's there," her voice rose, hysterically.

"It's still within me--whispering, whispering; urging me away from you, from Martin, from every human thing; bidding me give myself up, surrender my humanity.
"Its seal," she sobbed.

"No--HIS seal! An alien consciousness sealed within me, that tries to make the human me a slave--that waits to overcome my will--and if I surrender gives me freedom, an incredible freedom--but makes me, being still human, a--monster." She hid her face in her hands, quivering.
"If I could sleep," she wailed.

"But I'm afraid to sleep.

I think I shall never sleep again.