“What has frightened you?”
I heard her shudder in the darkness. Instead of answering me, she whispered to herself: “What am I to say to him?”
“Tell me what has frightened you?” I repeated. “You know you may trust me with the truth.”
She rallied her sinking strength. She answered in these strange words:
“Something has come between me and the letter that I am writing for you.”
“What is it?”
“I can’t tell you.”
“Can you see it?”
“No.”
“Can you feel it?”