Ever moving his thin legs he reached the cornice, then higher and higher still he rose, above the pictures and the looking-glasses, until he was lost to sight in the twilight shadows that lay near the ceiling.
And for two or three years after this event the faces of those visions haunted me.

On winter evenings I thought of them with a shudder as I mounted the stairway, which at that period it was not customary to light.

"If they should be there," I would say to myself; "suppose one of them is lying in wait to pursue me, and stretch out their hands and try to catch me by the legs." And truly I will not be sure that I would not now feel, should I encourage myself, some of the old-time fear which that woman and man inspired in me; they were for some time at the head of the list of my childhood terrors, and for very long they led the procession of visions and bad dreams.
Many gloomy apparitions haunted the first years of my life which otherwise were so uncommonly sweet.

I was especially addicted to indulging in sad reflections at nightfall; I had impressions of my career being cut short by an early death.

Too carefully sheltered and protected at this period, and yet in some measure forced mentally, I may be likened to a flower that lacks color and vitality because it has been raised in an unwholesome atmosphere.