CHAPTER XVI: END OF THE WITCH GIRL

The girl made no resistance whatever. She seemed entirely withdrawn into herself, looking up at me with

the same vague stare I had noted on my visit to the doll-shop. I took her hands. She let them rest

passively in mine. They were very cold. I said to her, gently, reassuringly:

"My child, no one is going to hurt you. Rest and relax. Sink back in the chair. I only want to help you.

Sleep if you wish. Sleep."

She did not seem to hear, still regarding me with that vague gaze. I released her hands. I took my own

chair, facing her, and set the little mirrors revolving. Her eyes turned to them at once, rested upon them,