"It is a dream," he said. "I shall wake. I have dreamt it before."
He looked wildly round him.
The steadfast dawn was witness from afar. There was the boat still passing down-stream. There was the city before him, with its spires piercing the mist. Was it a dream?
The hot blood rushed up into his mouth. The drenched hand released its pressure.
"I shall wake," he said, and he fell forward on his face.
CHAPTER XIV.
"The earth buildeth on the earth castles and towers;
The earth sayeth to the earth, 'All shall be ours;'
The earth walketh on the earth, glistering like gold;
The earth goeth to the earth sooner than it wold."