Sometimes I feel as if a battle were going on round me and for me--a battle between good and evil spirits.

That was what I was feeling last night, before you came up.

I couldn't rest--I couldn't stay in bed.

I felt as if I must move about to avoid--" "To avoid what ?" he asked.
"-- Their clutchings." Her voice dropped.

"I've been in old houses where I seemed to know everything about every ghost!"-- she tried to smile.