Indeed, he must have been quite beside himself for the time, or he could never have gone on to utter the unwise, cruel words he did.

But she spoke first, in a distressed and plaintive tone of voice.
'Oh, Philip, I've been asleep, and yet I think I was awake! And I saw Charley Kinraid as plain as iver I see thee now, and he wasn't drowned at all.

I'm sure he's alive somewheere; he were so clear and life-like.

Oh! what shall I do?
what shall I do ?' She wrung her hands in feverish distress.

Urged by passionate feelings of various kinds, and also by his desire to quench the agitation which was doing her harm, Philip spoke, hardly knowing what he said.
'Kinraid's dead, I tell yo', Sylvie! And what kind of a woman are yo' to go dreaming of another man i' this way, and taking on so about him, when yo're a wedded wife, with a child as yo've borne to another man ?' In a moment he could have bitten out his tongue.