Although I am now entirely free from any such influences, I cannot help fearfully wondering at the awful power one being can exert over another.

How an evil man could almost deplete me of my own self, and make me see according to his will and act according to his desires, is to me beyond explanation.

Truly does our greatest poet say-- "We are such stuff As dreams are made of, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep." Tom Temple is married, and lives happily at Temple Hall.

Tom attributes all his happiness to the ghost.

He should never have had the pluck to ask Edith Gray to be his wife, he says, had not his lady-love been so fearful.
"But you found no difficulty in getting her consent, Tom ?" I said one day at Temple Hall.
"Difficulty!" laughed Tom.