The Shape of Fear by Elia W. (Elia Wilkinson) Peattie
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ing her in the sitting-room where she would
be with the family. So they laid her on the sofa, hemmed around with cushions, and before long she was her quiet self again, though exhausted, naturally, with the tumult of the previous night. Now and then, as the children played about her, a shadow crept over her face -- a shadow as of cold remem- brance -- and then the perplexed tears followed. When she seemed as well as ever they put her back in her room. But though the fire glowed and the lamp burned, as soon as ever she was alone they heard her shrill cries ring- ing to them that the Evil Thought had come again. So Hal, who was home from col- lege, carried her up to his room, which she seemed to like very well. Then he went down to have a smoke before grandma's fire. The next morning he was absent from break- fast. They thought he might have gone for an early walk, and waited for him a few min- utes. Then his sister went to the room that looked upon the larches, and found him dressed and pacing the floor with a face set and stern. He had not been in bed at all, as she saw at once. His eyes were bloodshot, |
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