"He won't. Sunday's his day; or would be, if I let him 'ave a day."
"Why don't you?"
She shook her head. "I've seen nobody."
There was silence for five minutes.
"Mr. Magendy—"
"Majendie, Maggie, Majendie."
"Mr. Mashendy—I'm beginning to be afraid."
"What are you afraid of?"
"What I've always told you about. That awful feeling. It's coming on again, I think."
"It won't come, Maggie, it won't come. Don't think about it, and it won't come."