You were not acting just now, when you touched him so tenderly.

You are in earnest.

You will be kind to him, and I thank you for it." "And you yourself?
Do you fear nothing from me, if you should sleep before my eyes?
Do you not fear that in your unconsciousness I might touch you and make you more unconscious still and make you dream dreams and see visions ?" The Wanderer looked at her and smiled incredulously, partly out of scorn for the imaginary danger, and partly because something told him that she had changed and would not attempt any of her witchcraft upon him.
"No," he answered.

"I am not afraid of that." "You are right," she said gravely.

"My sins are enough already.