25/31 Whether it will go on, I cannot say--oh, I cannot say! It is bad for us, but--there is mother, too. He makes her life a perfect hell!" A roar of wind came booming once more across the marshes, bending the trees which grew so thickly beneath them and which ascended precipitately to the back of the house. The French windows behind rattled. She looked around nervously. "He seems to overhear everything--he or his creatures. |