It was insupportable. I rose and again paced the street.
When I called upon my mother she asked me anxious questions as to
what had ailed me the previous night. Seeing, however, that I
avoided replying to them, she left me after a while in peace.
'Fancy,' said my aunt, who was writing a letter at a little desk
between two windows,--'fancy an Aylwin pulling the check-string, and
then, with ladies in the carriage and the rain pouring--'
During that day how many times I passed in front of the theatre I
cannot say; but at last I thought the very men in the shops must be
observing me. Again, though I half poisoned myself with my drug, I
passed a sleepless night. The next night was passed in almost the
same manner as the previous one.
II
From this time I felt working within me a great change. A horrible
new thought got entire possession of me. Wherever I went I could
think of nothing but--the curse. I scorned the monstrous idea of a
curse, and yet I was always thinking about it. I was always seeking
Winifred--always speculating on her possible fate.
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