"It makes me shudder just to think of it.

He is so old and so feeble, simple as a child, and utterly helpless if anything should happen.

Then, when I didn't hear from him after trying so many times over the telephone -- I'm afraid, Gene, I'm afraid," she concluded desperately.
The long-pent-up tears came, and she buried her face on his shoulder.
He stood silent, with narrowed, thoughtful eyes.
This, and the thing in the newspaper there! And evidently she had not seen that! It was not wise that she should see it just yet.
"That day I took the horrid things from you in the cab I was awfully frightened," she continued sobbingly.

"I felt that every one I passed knew I had them; and you can't imagine what a relief it was when I took them back out there and left them.

And now when I think that something may have happened to _him!_" She paused, then raised her tear-dimmed eyes to his face.