hardly believing his eyes when he saw it , as if half-expecting to awaken , sweating and hoarse , in his bed in this very house , free from the nightmare as the new day dawned . 'he 's dripping mud on our clean floor . `` because i can clean them , but i doubt you know how to cook them . i scream , and so does the horse . she bent over his lap , her hands on his arms . i refuse to dance alone ever again . '' 