I am afraid! I am afraid!" Garratt Skinner turned in his walk and led Walter Hine back toward the house.

Sylvia shrank from his approach as from something devilish.

When he turned again, she drew her breath like one escaped from sudden peril.
"Sylvia! Of what are you afraid ?" "I don't know!" she cried.

"That's just the trouble.

I don't know!" She clenched her hands together at her breast.