Never shall I forget the strange picture she made, with her white drapery all smeared with blood which, as she rose from the pool, ran in streaks toward her bare feet.

I believe that I had only been asleep; that whatever influence had worked on Mr.
Trelawny and Nurse Kennedy--and in less degree on Sergeant Daw--had not touched me.

The respirator had been of some service, though it had not kept off the tragedy whose dire evidences were before me.

I can understand now--I could understand even then--the fright, added to that which had gone before, which my appearance must have evoked.

I had still on the respirator, which covered mouth and nose; my hair had been tossed in my sleep.