byIt seemed as though everyone entered into a conspiracy to keep me from marrying Harvey Winters. Even Harvey himself.
He asked me to be his wife in stiff, old-fashioned phraseology, almost as though it were against his will, and then before I had a chance to answer, said: “I must tell you that though I love you I am not the man you should marry. I don’t think it’s in me to make any woman happy because of the Dream Woman.”
“The dream woman?” I exclaimed.
“All my life I’ve had strange dreams of a beautiful, wonderful woman. I can’t describe her because her loveliness is beyond words. She comes to me in dreams. I’ve spent my life searching for her counterpart even though I knew such a glorious being could never be of earth. It always seems as though I’m being pulled to far away places to
