Suffering, brewed in temporal or calculable measure, and mixed for mortal lips, tastes not as this suffering tasted.

Having drank and woke, I thought all was over: the end come and past by.

Trembling fearfully--as consciousness returned--ready to cry out on some fellow-creature to help me, only that I knew no fellow-creature was near enough to catch the wild summons--Goton in her far distant attic could not hear--I rose on my knees in bed.

Some fearful hours went over me: indescribably was I torn, racked and oppressed in mind.

Amidst the horrors of that dream I think the worst lay here.