CHAPTER LI.
The Dream Begins To Fade Stripped of the strange associations, with which a mind like Yillah's must have invested every incident of her life, the story of her abode in Ardair seemed not incredible.
But so etherealized had she become from the wild conceits she nourished, that she verily believed herself a being of the lands of dreams.

Her fabulous past was her present.
Yet as our intimacy grew closer and closer, these fancies seemed to be losing their hold.

And often she questioned me concerning my own reminiscences of her shadowy isle.

And cautiously I sought to produce the impression, that whatever I had said of that clime, had been revealed to me in dreams; but that in these dreams, her own lineaments had smiled upon me; and hence the impulse which had sent me roving after the substance of this spiritual image.
And true it was to say so; and right it was to swear it, upon her white arms crossed.

For oh, Yillah; were you not the earthly semblance of that sweet vision, that haunted my earliest thoughts?
At first she had wildly believed, that the nameless affinities between us, were owing to our having in times gone by dwelt together in the same ethereal region.