Then I realized a new experience.

I feared Voltaire with a terrible fear.

Strange forms appeared to be emitted from his eyes, while to me his form expanded and became terrible in its mien.
I knew I was there in a Yorkshire road, riding on a high-blooded horse; I knew the woman I loved was near me; and yet I was living a dual life.
It was not Justin Blake who was there, but something else which was called Justin Blake, and the feelings that possessed me were such as I had never dreamed of.

And yet I was able to think; I was able to connect cause and effect.

Indeed, my brain was very active, and I began to reason out why I should be so influenced, and why I should act so strangely.
The truth was, and I felt sure of it as I rode along, I was partly mesmerized or hypnotized, whatever men may please to call it.