She is Anne Silvester as I was.

Blanche! _Will she end like Me ?_" The question was put with the laboring breath, with the heavy accents which tell that death is near.

It chilled the living woman who heard it to the marrow of her bones.
"Don't think that!" she cried, horror-struck.

"For God's sake, don't think that!" The wildness began to appear again in Anne Silvester's eyes.

She made feebly impatient signs with her hands.