"What is her name?" I asked.
"Melinda, and says she once belonged to Mr. Peterkin."
"Yes, she did. We used to call her Lindy."
I then told him what an evil spirit she had been in my path; and ventured to utter a suspicion that her work of harm was yet unfinished, that she meant me further injury.
"I know her now, dearest. You have unmasked her, and, with me, she can have no possible power."
I seemed to be satisfied, though in reality I was not, for apprehension of an indefinable something troubled me sorely. The next day Miss Nancy observed my troubled abstraction, and inquired the cause, with so much earnestness, that I could not withhold my confidence, and gave her a full account.
"And you think she will do you an injury?"
"I fear so."
"But have you not forestalled that by telling Henry who she is, and how she has acted toward you?"