'Yes.'
He left the room, closing the door roughly after him, as was his wont.
His sisters, who had been listening all the time, and must have heard every word he said, for his voice was loud and harsh, came forward, asking,—
'What? Is he going to show you the secret dungeon?'
I made no answer. Perhaps I could not at that moment, for thoughts of agony and fear were surging through my mind. My dread was terrible; it obscured all things, including my faith in my Heavenly Father's care.
'He must have you entirely in his power, or he must trust you completely,' said the women.
I made no rejoinder, and they, looking at me askance, withdrew again to a little distance, and began a low-toned conversation.
I was left to myself. And my thoughts were bitter.