I repel the slander; we have not been happy.

I can answer for every one of the great guards of Law whom he has accused.

At least--" He had turned his eyes so as to see suddenly the great face of Sunday, which wore a strange smile.
"Have you," he cried in a dreadful voice, "have you ever suffered ?" As he gazed, the great face grew to an awful size, grew larger than the colossal mask of Memnon, which had made him scream as a child.

It grew larger and larger, filling the whole sky; then everything went black.
Only in the blackness before it entirely destroyed his brain he seemed to hear a distant voice saying a commonplace text that he had heard somewhere, "Can ye drink of the cup that I drink of ?" * * * When men in books awake from a vision, they commonly find themselves in some place in which they might have fallen asleep; they yawn in a chair, or lift themselves with bruised limbs from a field.

Syme's experience was something much more psychologically strange if there was indeed anything unreal, in the earthly sense, about the things he had gone through.