other way.

"I knew the faces of some of these figures. They were the same I have
seen in portraits, as long as I can remember, at the old house where I
was brought up, called The Poplars. I saw my father and my mother as
they look in the two small pictures; also my grandmother, and her father
and mother and grandfather, and one other person, who lived a great while
ago. All of these have been long dead, and the longer they had been dead
the less like substance they looked and the more like shadows, so that
the oldest was like one's breath of a frosty morning, but shaped like the
living figure.

"There was no motion of their breasts, and their lips seemed to be moving
as if they were saying, Breath! Breath! Breath! I thought they wanted
to breathe the air of this world again in my shape, which I seemed to see
as it were empty of myself and of these other selves, like a sponge that
has water pressed out of it.

"Presently it seemed to me that I returned to myself, and then those
others became part of me by being taken up, one by one, and so lost in my
own life.

"My father and mother came up, hand in hand, looking more real than any
of the rest. Their figures vanished, and they seemed to have become a
part of me; for I felt all at once the longing to live over the life they
had led, on the sea and in strange countries.

"Another figure was just like the one we called the Major, who was a very
strong, hearty-looking man, and who is said to have drank hard sometimes,
though there is nothing about it on his tombstone, which I used to read