CONFESSION This Wednesday morning Lydia went to her work reluctantly.

Thyrza was so strange; it looked as if she was going to have an illness.

Again there had been a night of sleeplessness; if the girl fell for a moment into slumber she broke from it with an inarticulate cry as if of fear.
It was now nearly a week since Thyrza had really slept through the night, but it was growing worse.

She was feverish; she muttered, so that Lydia was terrified lest she had become delirious.

And there was no explaining it all.