"
I thought he was preparing the way for a revelation about the
foot-prints, but he said nothing more.
"Oh, that woman!" she exclaimed, as if to change the subject. "I
do not know, I cannot say, why she affects me so. I saw a change
in my father, when he knew her. I have told you how he was, how
sometimes I thought he was mad. Did you notice a change in Mr.
Whitney, or haven't you known him long enough? And lately I have
fancied that I see the same sort of change beginning in Mr.
Lockwood. At times they become so excited, their eyes seem
staring, as if some fever were wasting them away. Father seemed to
see strange visions, and hear voices, was worse when he was alone
than when he was in a crowd. Oh, what is it? I could think of
nothing else, not even what she was saying, all the time I was
with her."
"Then you fear that in some way she may be connected with these
strange changes?" asked Kennedy.
"I don't know," she temporized; but the tone of her answer was
sufficient to convey the impression that in her heart she did
suspect something, she knew not what.
"Oh, Professor Kennedy," she cried finally, "can't you see it?
Sometimes--when she looks out of those eyes of hers--she almost
makes people do as she pleases.
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