And striving to shake off the unreality of it all with a laugh: "You look like some pretty ghost from dreamland--with your white gown and arms and face.

Shall we descend into the waking world together ?" They stood for a moment motionless, looking straight at one another; then the smile died out on his face, but he still strove to speak lightly, using effort, like a man with a dream dark upon him: "I am waiting for your pretty ghostship." Her lips moved in reply; no sound came from them.
"Are you afraid of me ?" he said.
"Yes." "Of _me_, Shiela ?" "Of us both.

You don't know--you don't know!" "Know what, Shiela ?" "What I am--what I have done.

And I've got to tell you." Her mouth quivered suddenly, and she faced him fighting for self-control.

"I've got to tell you.