It pleases Providence to do strange things.

Of course it would be most dreadful, if she were to die, would it not?
It would be lonely in the house, without her.

It seems to me that I should see her at night, in the dark corners, when I should be alone.

Ugh!" Matilde Macomer shivered suddenly, and then stared at Bosio with frightened eyes.

He glanced at her nervously.
"I am afraid of you," he said.
"Of me ?" Her presence of mind returned.