sun shines.

In the corridors and galleries choirs of musicians march by, and rills of
perfume are wafted towards me.

I clasp her hand in mine; I feel the wild witchery of enchantment shiver
through my blood, and I fold my arms around her, and she whispers, "Not
here; come yet farther!" and we enter a crimson room, where all is of
ruby, a foaming glory, in which I faint.

Then I feel her arms encircle me; her breath fans my face with a whispered
"Welcome, loved one! Kiss me ... more ... more...."

I see from my seat stars shooting before my eyes, and my thoughts are
swept away in a hurricane of light....

I had fallen asleep where I lay, and was awakened by the policeman. There
I sat, recalled mercilessly to life and misery. My first feeling was of
stupid amazement at finding myself in the open air; but this was quickly
replaced by a bitter despondency, I was near crying with sorrow at being
still alive. It had rained whilst I slept, and my clothes were soaked
through and through, and I felt a damp cold in my limbs.

The darkness was denser; it was with difficulty that I could distinguish
the policeman's face in front of me.

"So, that's right," he said; "get up now."

I got up at once; if he had commanded me to lie down again I would have
obeyed too. I was fearfully dejected, and utterly without strength; added