with Rachel under the great swinging lamp, Helen was struck by her
pallor. It once more occurred to her that there was something strange in
the girl's behaviour.

"You look tired. Are you tired?" she asked.

"Not tired," said Rachel. "Oh, yes, I suppose I am tired."

Helen advised bed, and she went, not seeing Richard again. She must have
been very tired for she fell asleep at once, but after an hour or two of
dreamless sleep, she dreamt. She dreamt that she was walking down a long
tunnel, which grew so narrow by degrees that she could touch the damp
bricks on either side. At length the tunnel opened and became a vault;
she found herself trapped in it, bricks meeting her wherever she turned,
alone with a little deformed man who squatted on the floor gibbering,
with long nails. His face was pitted and like the face of an animal.
The wall behind him oozed with damp, which collected into drops and slid
down. Still and cold as death she lay, not daring to move, until she
broke the agony by tossing herself across the bed, and woke crying "Oh!"

Light showed her the familiar things: her clothes, fallen off the chair;
the water jug gleaming white; but the horror did not go at once. She
felt herself pursued, so that she got up and actually locked her door.
A voice moaned for her; eyes desired her. All night long barbarian men
harassed the ship; they came scuffling down the passages, and stopped to
snuffle at her door. She could not sleep again.