Consciousness did not master them; but they made a murmur within it through which other sounds hardly penetrated.

Yet she struggled with herself--she remembered that only clearness of brain could save her.
She raised herself higher on her pillows that she might bring herself more on a level with her unbidden guest.
'And these ideas gave you pleasure ?' she said, almost with calm.
'The intensest happiness,' said the low, dragging tones.

'Others pity me.--"Poor creature--she's mad"-- I heard them say.

And it made me smile.
For I had powers they knew nothing of; I could pass from one world to another; one place to another.

I could see in a living person the soul of another dead long ago.