The dream was strongest of all when Kate's heart was broken. Then she fell asleep as if falling out of life, and the dream became numinous as real things are numinous, vivid even as it blankly slept. She couldn't prove it even to her own satisfaction, but she felt the dream was quickened by love.

. . . while the world became the something else of dreams, of books, of Kate.

Outdoors; everything one might dream. The fairy-gray clouded sky and the fairy-green misted wood. Her tall horse shying at a sparkling brook. All dreams.

There can be no friendship between our peoples. We live in your nightmares, and you are but our dreams.

The dream was greater than a dream. It was a greater life than life.