I thought you held my hand; I felt it just as plain as I clasp yours now.

Presently a rough ugly man overtook us, and bid you let me go; and that you refused, and held me all the tighter.

Then he gave you a diabolical look, and touched you on the face, and you broke out in loathsome black spots, and screamed in such agony and frightened me so, that I awoke all in a shiver of terror, and did not get over it all the next day." Clarence clutched her hand tighter as she finished, so tight indeed, that she gave a little scream of pain and looked frightened at him.

"What is the matter ?" she inquired; "your hand is like ice, and you are paler than ever.
You haven't let that trifling dream affect you so?
It is nothing." "I am superstitious in regard to dreams," said Clarence, wiping the perspiration from his forehead.

"Go," he asked, faintly, "play me an air, love,--something quick and lively to dispel this.