Rhoda turned this way and that way, but the phantom was still there. It sat, heavier and heavier, on Rhoda body,and now Rhoda could not move. Always in her ears was that cruel laugh, and always in front of her eyes was that left hand with its wedding ring.
At last, half-dead with terror, Rhoda suddenly put out her right hand, took hold of the phantom's left arm, and pulled it hard
The phantom fell off the bed onto the floor, and Rhoda sat up.