And so I went on, torturing myself as before with introspective questioning; and she, with her mind set on my actions, and endeavouring to find a cause for them, continued and expounded her beliefs and fears.
Her nightly chats with me when we were alone after dinner--for I had come to avoid her questioning at other times--kept my imagination at high pressure.

Despite myself, I could not but find new cause for concern in the perennial founts of her superstition.

I had thought, years ago, that I had then sounded the depths of this branch of psychicism; but this new phase of thought, founded on the really deep hold which the existence of my beautiful visitor and her sad and dreadful circumstances had taken upon me, brought me a new concern in the matter of self-importance.

I came to think that I must reconstruct my self-values, and begin a fresh understanding of ethical beliefs.

Do what I would, my mind would keep turning on the uncanny subjects brought before it.