I am not afraid of the darkness.

I am not afraid of the lonely woods.

I only fear leaving you alone with her." "Go," said my mother, in a faint voice.

"God will protect you.

I feel that He will, my good, brave Gabriella." I kissed her white cheek with passionate tenderness, cast a glance of anguish on Peggy's fearfully altered face, then ran out into the chill, dark midnight.