She walks about the house in a peculiarly aimless manner,
up and down the stairs, in and out of the garden. She has grown suddenly
much more silent, and the look has come back to her eyes which they had
when first we brought her down here. When I beg her to tell me what is
troubling her, she says: 'I'm afraid that something is going to happen.'
She will not or cannot explain what she means. The last few weeks have
set my own nerves on edge, so that I do not know how much of what I
observe is real, and how much is due to my fancy; but I wish you would
come and put a little courage into me. The oddness of it all is making me
uneasy, and I am seized with preposterous terrors. I don't know what
there is in Haddo that inspires me with this unaccountable dread. He is
always present to my thoughts. I seem to see his dreadful eyes and his
cold, sensual smile. I wake up at night, my heart beating furiously, with
the consciousness that something quite awful has happened.
Oh, I wish the trial were over, and that we were happy in Germany.
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