It does wear on me, possibly because I live so much alone.

I see----" Here he stopped abruptly.

They had been strolling in the direction of the house, and at this moment were not many paces from it.
"See what ?" urged the Curator with an accent one might almost call tender--would have been called tender, if used in addressing a woman.
"See _her_, that dead girl!--constantly--at night when my eyes are shut--in the daytime while I go about my affairs, here, there and everywhere.

The young, young face! so white, so still, so strangely and so unaccountably familiar! Do you feel the same?
Did she remind you of anyone we know?
I grow old trying to place her.

I can say this to you; but not to another soul could I speak of what has become to me a sort of blind obsession.