She shut her eyes for a moment, as though in an effort to collect
herself.
'I've had hallucinations lately,' she muttered. 'I thought it was some
trick played upon me.'
Suddenly she shook herself.
'But what are you doing here? You must go. How did you come? Oh, why
won't you leave me alone?'
'I've been haunted by a feeling that something horrible was going to
happen to you. I was obliged to come.'
'For God's sake, go. You can do me no good. If he finds out you've been
here--'
She stopped, and her eyes were dilated with terror. Arthur seized her
hands.
'Margaret, I can't go--I can't leave you like this. For Heaven's sake,
tell me what is the matter. I'm so dreadfully frightened.'
He was aghast at the difference wrought in her during the two months
since he had seen her last. Her colour was gone, and her face had the
greyness of the dead. There were strange lines on her forehead, and her
eyes had an unnatural glitter. Her youth had suddenly left her. She
looked as if she were struck down by mortal illness.
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