text:  My eyes sometimes closed and I almost conceived that the whole was a dream; but the forms were too distinct for this conjecture and the question with me now became "are they flesh and blood?" I had not sunk so far into reverie as to imagine that they were the actual spectres of the unhappy tenants of those beds on the night before all of whom were now doubtless in the grave; but the silence the distance the dimness perplexed me and I left the question to be settled by the event