In a state between sleeping and waking, you noticed her entrance and her actions; but feverish, almost delirious as you were, you ascribed to her a goblin appearance different from her own: the long dishevelled hair, the swelled black face, the exaggerated stature, were figments of imagination; results of nightmare: the spiteful tearing of the veil was real: and it is like her.
Sin duda encontrándote medio dormida y algo febril, la viste entrar y le atribuiste una forma fantástica distinta a la que tiene en realidad: el largo cabello desmelenado, la faz oscura e hinchada, la exagerada estatura. Todo ello son ficciones de pesadilla.