Chapter 18

He seemed to hesitate. Then, almost inaudibly, he answered, “No.”

“You mean?”

“I couldn't get to her. She was there on the other side of the Temple--And then--”

“Yes,” I insisted. “Yes?”

“Nightmares,” he cried; “nightmares indeed! My God! Great birds that fought and tore.”

End of Project Gutenberg's Twelve Stories and a Dream, by H. G. Wells