The Shape of Fear by Elia W. (Elia Wilkinson) Peattie
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The door gave way under their assaults, and the three little ones stood peeping in, wait- ing for permission to enter. But it did not seem to be their grandma -- their own dear grandma -- who arose and tottered toward them in fierce haste, crying: "Away, away! Out of my sight! Out of my sight before I do the thing I want to do! Such a terrible thing! Send some one to me quick, children, children! Send some one quick!" They fled with feet shod with fear, and their mother came, and Grandma Hanscom sank down and clung about her skirts and sobbed: "Tie me, Miranda. Make me fast to the bed or the wall. Get some one to watch me. For I want to do an awful thing!" They put the trembling old creature in bed, and she raved there all the night long and cried out to be held, and to be kept from doing the fearful thing, whatever it was -- for she never said what it was. The next morning some one suggested tak- |
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