It has seemed to me more than once when I have been in a doze, that my dear husband, who died fifteen years since, has come in and sat down beside me; and that I have even heard him call me by my name, Alice, as he used to do.
Una vez me pareció que mi difunto marido, muerto hace quince años, se sentaba a mi lado y me llamaba por mi nombre, Alice, como acostumbraba.