Anyway, you can see them yonder." He broke off for a moment, and when he went on again his manner was deprecatory.
"Since sunrise I've been troubled with a haunting sense of the familiar, though when I found the lake with Verneille we marched through no brulee." "That's years ago, and this brulee is probably not more than twelve months old--I mean as a brulee," said Weston, impatiently, for the strain of the long march was telling on him.

"Anyway, you've been half-recognizing places ever since we started on this search, and I'd rather you didn't make half sure of anything else.

In fact, I can't stand much more of it." Grenfell, who showed no sign of resentment, laughed again.
"As I think I told you, I've been troubled with memories that seem half dreams.

I'm not sure that's quite unusual in the case of a man who has consumed as much whisky as I have.

Besides, it's a little difficult to distinguish between dreams and what we look upon as realities, since the latter exist only in the perception of our senses, which may be deceptive.