Out of the Past — page 150: what you’re looking at

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Out of the Past. 147 the same after he knew the truth? If he should know— if he should know that I am a No! No!’ she cried aloud. “I cannot! JI dare not! Better bear it alone.” Startled at the sound of her own voice, she drew back into the cushioned recess and, after a moment, continued her concentrated thought. “It would be easier to bear if it were not for the voices and for that other thing—the sense of some unseen presence. I do not see why they should trouble me or where they come from. I do not believe in them; I do not believe God lets such a thing exist. I know it is some hallucination, but how to get rid of it. Since that dreadful day of the letter, the voices have come one by one—now there are a great many. I think if the pressure here would go away, they would go too.” She laid her hand back of her head and moved uneasily. “Perhaps they will all disappear when I have that dear little face to look into. There can be no such horror upon its life as it’s father and I have had to bear— thank God!” A fervent smile lit her face. She went to the door calling down the stair, “I am up here. I was sure | heard you.” Robert exclaimed, as he entered, “How fatigued you look. Has anything happened to worry you?” “Nothing new,” she answered, jetting him examine her face. GOmicsooks (©)