8/12 Look! look! does thou not see him ?" His words had the effect of producing in her that maddening fear of the dark which ghostly tales induce, and now he fainted again. She was afraid to cry for help, afraid even of the rustle of her own garments. And it seemed to her that this lover, who was almost a stranger, was dying in her arms. The misery of this hour governed her action in the next. She had had no thought all that day but to go, as Halsey had said, to Emma Smith's protection. |