You might be--why, you might be killed." "I wouldn't mind that if it didn't hurt," muttered Walter.

"I don't think I'm afraid of death itself--it's of the pain that might come before death--it wouldn't be so bad to die and have it over--but to keep on dying! Rilla, I've always been afraid of pain--you know that.

I can't help it--I shudder when I think of the possibility of being mangled or--or blinded.

Rilla, I cannot face that thought.

To be blind--never to see the beauty of the world again--moonlight on Four Winds--the stars twinkling through the fir-trees--mist on the gulf.