She was getting much excited. "I think I had better leave her
now," said I to Bessie, who stood on the other side of the bed.
"Perhaps you had, Miss: but she often talks in this way towards
night -- in the morning she is calmer."
I rose. "Stop!" exclaimed Mrs. Reed, "there is another thing
I wished to say. He threatens me -- he continually threatens me
with his own death, or mine: and I dream sometimes that I see him
laid out with a great wound in his throat, or with a swollen and
blackened face. I am come to a strange pass: I have heavy troubles.
What is to be done? How is the money to be had?"
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