I'm not wandering: you're mistaken, or else I should believe you really _were_ that withered hag, and I should think I _was_ under Penistone Crags; and I'm conscious it's night, and there are two candles on the table making the black press shine like jet."

I'm not wandering: I know it's night, and there are two candles on the table making the black press shine like jet.'
