Oh, I know what I say! There was no mistaking their look.

As it burned into and through me, everything which had given reality to my life faded and seemed as far away and as unsubstantial as a dream.

Nor has its power over me gone yet.

I go about amongst you, I eat, I sleep, or try to; I greet men, talk with women, but it is all unreal, all phantasmagoric, even yourself and your love and, O God, my baby! What is real and distinctive, an absolute part of me and my life, is that shape from the dead, with its threatening eyes which pierce--pierce--" She was losing her self-control.

Her husband, with a soothing touch on her arm, brought her back to the present.
"You speak of a form," he said, "a shadowy outline.