"They stare into my room night and day.

I never look out but I encounter the uncanny glance of one or the other of them.

Are they live women or embodied memories of the past?
They don't seem to belong to the present.

I own that they frighten me." I had exaggerated my feelings in order to mark their effect upon her.
The result disappointed me; she was not afraid of these two poor old women.

Far from it.
"Draw your curtains," she laughed.