Chapter 17

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌​‌‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌⁠In that fall Ellen had a dream of Christian Ay. It was her first thought of him in many months’ time. His figure was unclear, touched with gentleness and warmth; it was apart from her. She fancied he was hurt. He was calling, his voice as if through water. When she awoke she could hear the echo of her own cry. She was musing at the power of the nightmare’s image. “There could be a meaning. Like th