1 Perhaps it was a dream she had had.
2 But he, too, went the way of dreams.
3 And she found it good to dream and to be alone and unmolested.
4 She slept a languorous sleep, interwoven with vanishing dreams.
5 She discovered many a sunny, sleepy corner, fashioned to dream in.
6 It was you who awoke me last summer out of a life-long, stupid dream.
7 They went on around the corner, and it seemed as if her dreams were coming true after all, when he followed her into the little house.
8 It moved her to dreams, to thoughtfulness, to the shadowy anguish which had overcome her the midnight when she had abandoned herself to tears.
9 There are no words to describe her save the old ones that have served so often to picture the bygone heroine of romance and the fair lady of our dreams.
10 Edna began to feel like one who awakens gradually out of a dream, a delicious, grotesque, impossible dream, to feel again the realities pressing into her soul.
11 He was not dreaming of scandal when he uttered this warning; that was a thing which would never have entered into his mind to consider in connection with his wife's name or his own.
12 They were troubled and feverish hours, disturbed with dreams that were intangible, that eluded her, leaving only an impression upon her half-awakened senses of something unattainable.
13 As the devoted wife of a man who worshiped her, she felt she would take her place with a certain dignity in the world of reality, closing the portals forever behind her upon the realm of romance and dreams.