[Phantastes by George MacDonald]@TWC D-Link bookPhantastes CHAPTER IX 14/17
It lies heavy on my heart to this hour.
At night, ere I fall asleep, often, whatever I may be thinking about, I suddenly hear her voice, crying out, "You have broken my globe; my globe is broken; ah, my globe!" Here I will mention one more strange thing; but whether this peculiarity was owing to my shadow at all, I am not able to assure myself.
I came to a village, the inhabitants of which could not at first sight be distinguished from the dwellers in our land.
They rather avoided than sought my company, though they were very pleasant when I addressed them. But at last I observed, that whenever I came within a certain distance of any one of them, which distance, however, varied with different individuals, the whole appearance of the person began to change; and this change increased in degree as I approached.
When I receded to the former distance, the former appearance was restored.
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