And, looking at her, I asked her if that were true of her. And saw the tint of pink apple bloom stain her face; and her dark eyes grow shy and troubled.
"Is it that way with you?" I repeated. "Do you see more clearly than ordinary folk?"
"Yes, sir—sometimes."
"Not always?"
"No, sir."
"But if you desire to penetrate the future and strive to do so——"
"No, sir, I can not if I try. Visions come unsought—even undesired."
"Is effort useless?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then this strange knowledge of the future comes of itself unbidden?"