I only know I have a horror of her, a sudden shrinking whenever her name is mentioned.

Who was she, do you suppose ?" "Shall I tell you ?" asked Louise.
"No--no! Don't, I beg of you!" cried Eliza, starting up.

"I--I can't bear it! I don't want to know her." The protest was passionate and sincere, and Louise marvelled at the workings of this evidently unbalanced intellect.
"What would you like to do, dear ?" she inquired.
"I'd like to remain Eliza Parsons--always.

I'd like to get away from _her_--far away from anyone who ever heard of that dreadful Lucy who frightens me so.

Will you help me to get away, to escape to some place where no one will ever be able to trace me ?" "Do you think you would be happy then ?" "I am sure of it.