miserable, wicked fear! ‘She repeated those words again, and hid her face again in the end of her poor worn shawl. It was dreadful to see her, and dreadful to hear her.”
“Surely, Laura, you asked what the fear was which she dwelt on so earnestly?”
“Yes, I asked that.”
“And what did she say?”
“She asked me in return, if I should not be afraid of a man who had shut me up in a mad-house, and who would shut me up again,
miserable, wicked fear! ‘She repeated those words again, and hid her face again in the end of her poor worn shawl. It was dreadful to see her, and dreadful to hear her.”
“Surely, Laura, you asked what the fear was which she dwelt on so earnestly?”
“Yes, I asked that.”
“And what did she say?”
“She asked me in return, if I should not be afraid of a man who had shut me up in a mad-house, and who would shut me up again,
