But Jane ran to the curate and embraced him so suddenly that he had not time to defend himself.
'You're a dear,' she said.

'It IS like a dream just at first, but you get used to it.

Now DO let us go.

There's a good, kind, honourable clergyman.' 'I don't know,' said the Reverend Septimus; 'it's a difficult problem.
It is such a very unusual dream.

Perhaps it's only a sort of other life--quite real enough for you to be mad in.