After walking for some time across the heath, I fell. The fall became a
roll, and down a steep declivity I went, over and over, arriving at the
bottom uninjured.

Another flash soon showed me where I was-in the hollow valley, within a
couple of hundred yards from nurse's cottage. I made my way towards it.
There was no light in it, except the feeblest glow from the embers of
her peat fire. "She is in bed," I said to myself, "and I will not
disturb her." Yet something drew me towards the little window. I looked
in. At first I could see nothing. At length, as I kept gazing, I saw
something, indistinct in the darkness, like an outstretched human form.

By this time the storm had lulled. The moon had been up for some time,
but had been quite concealed by tempestuous clouds. Now, however, these
had begun to break up; and, while I stood looking into the cottage, they
scattered away from the face of the moon, and a faint vapoury gleam of
her light, entering the cottage through a window opposite that at which
I stood, fell directly on the face of my old nurse, as she lay on her
back, outstretched upon chairs, pale as death, and with her eyes closed.
The light fell nowhere but on her face. A stranger to her habits would
have thought she was dead; but she had so much of the appearance she had
had on a former occasion, that I concluded at once she was in one of her
trances. But having often heard that persons in such a condition ought
not to be disturbed, and feeling quite sure she knew best how to manage
herself, I turned, though reluctantly, and left the lone cottage behind
me in the night, with the death-like woman lying motionless in the midst
of it.

I found my way home without any further difficulty, and went to bed,