Well, Madge, you are not a bit of a ghost now, yet I fear you are an illusion." "Illusions will vanish when you come to help me at supper.

We will wait for you on the piazza." As she paced its wide extent, her illusions also vanished.

Graydon had greeted, her as a brother, and a brother only.

When the tumult at her heart subsided, this truth stood out most clearly.

His kiss still tingled upon her lips.