6/17 She was sure she wished him to leave not Thicket Point merely, but the neighborhood. She did not wish to see him again--not see him again--not see him again--She found herself repeating the words over and over; they shaped themselves into a dreadful refrain. It was as though an icy hand was laid upon her heart. The words ran on in endless repetition--not see him again--they held the very soul of tragedy for her, yet she was roused to passionate protest. |