'I fear him less than the dark, houseless night.

He knocks again.

Let him come in!' 'The dread of this hour,' returned the widow, 'has been upon me all my life, and I will not.

Evil will fall upon him, if you stand eye to eye.
My blighted boy! Oh! all good angels who know the truth--hear a poor mother's prayer, and spare my boy from knowledge of this man!' 'He rattles at the shutters!' cried the man.

'He calls you.