All seems smooth and easy: where is the obstacle ?' '_Here_! and _here_!' replied Catherine, striking one hand on her forehead, and the other on her breast: 'in whichever place the soul lives.

In my soul and in my heart, I'm convinced I'm wrong!' 'That's very strange! I cannot make it out.' 'It's my secret.

But if you will not mock at me, I'll explain it: I can't do it distinctly; but I'll give you a feeling of how I feel.' She seated herself by me again: her countenance grew sadder and graver, and her clasped hands trembled.
'Nelly, do you never dream queer dreams ?' she said, suddenly, after some minutes' reflection.
'Yes, now and then,' I answered.
'And so do I.

I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas: they've gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind.

And this is one: I'm going to tell it--but take care not to smile at any part of it.' 'Oh! don't, Miss Catherine!' I cried.