The room was a large one, and lofty in proportion to its size.

In its vastness was place for a multitude of things not often found in a bedchamber.

In far corners of the room were shadows of uncanny shape.
More than once as I thought, the multitudinous presence of the dead and the past took such hold on me that I caught myself looking round fearfully as though some strange personality or influence was present.
Even the manifest presence of Doctor Winchester and Miss Trelawny could not altogether comfort or satisfy me at such moments.

It was with a distinct sense of relief that I saw a new personality in the room in the shape of Nurse Kennedy.

There was no doubt that that business-like, self-reliant, capable young woman added an element of security to such wild imaginings as my own.