Then, all that has passed will be recognized as but an ugly dream.

For in dreams the conscience sleeps, and we often stain ourselves with guilt of which we should be incapable in our waking moments.

The deed you seemed to do, last night, was no more than such a dream; there was as little substance in what you fancied yourself doing.

Go; and forget it all!" "Ah, that terrible face!" said Donatello, pressing his hands over his eyes.

"Do you call that unreal ?" "Yes; for you beheld it with dreaming eyes," replied Miriam.