She knew so well that this was true.
"I never thought the time would come," her sister said, "when I should seek you for protection.

A thing has come upon me--perhaps I shall go mad--to-night, alone in my room, I wanted to sit near a woman--'twas not like me, was it ?" Mistress Anne crept near the bed's edge, and stretching forth a hand, touched hers, which were as cold as marble.
"Stay with me, sister," she prayed.

"Sister, do not go! What--what can I say ?" "Naught," was the steady answer.

"There is naught to be said.

You were always a woman--I was never one--till now." She rose up from her chair and threw up her arms, pacing to and fro.
"I am a desperate creature," she cried.