"I don't know what you call them.

I have seen her since--in the sunlight, in the open, in my quarters in Manila, standing there perfectly distinct, looking at me with such strange, beautiful eyes--" "Go on," said the Tracer, nodding.
"What else is there to say ?" muttered Harren.
"You saw her--or a phantom which resembled her.

Did she speak ?" "No." "Did you speak to her ?" "N-no.

Once I held out my--my arms." "What happened ?" "She wasn't there," said Harren simply.
"She vanished ?" "No--I don't know.

I--I didn't see her any more." "Didn't she fade ?" "No.