... face paused I glanced at him, and his face was intent on the floor of the carriage A little railway station, a string of loaded trucks, a signal-box, and the back of a cottage shot by the carriage ... the centre of my life, and all other things about it are subordinate or altogether vain I loved her, that woman of a dream And she and I are dead together! "A dream! How can it be a dream, when ... said I "He glanced at her, as though almost he would appeal to her Then he asked me suddenly if I had heard of a great and avenging declaration that Gresham had made Now, Gresham had always before...