Yet remembering back, down the dim avenues of childhood, Damaris knew she did not formulate the question, entertain the suspicion, for the first time.

Only, until now, it had stayed in the vague, a shapeless nightmare horror, past which she could force herself to run with shut eyes.

It didn't jump out of the vague, thank goodness, and bar her passage.

But now no running or shutting of eyes availed.

It had jumped out.