I have never seen a fog come on so suddenly; I thought I should
never find my way back to the house. It is so thick I can hardly see the
nearest trees. It has got into the room, and seems to be hanging from
the ceiling. I am damp through and through.
The fire has gone out, and I am freezing. It is my own fault; I ought to
have rung for Jeanne, or put on some logs myself, but I could not summon
up resolution even for that.
What has become of Torp, that she is staying out half the day? How will
she ever find her way home? With twenty lanterns it would be impossible
to see ten yards ahead of one. My lamp burns as though water was mixed
with the oil.
Overhead I hear Jeanne pacing up and down. I hear her, although she
walks so lightly. She too is restless and upset. We have a kind of
influence on each other, I have noticed it before.
If only she would come down of her own accord. At least there would be
two of us.
I feel the same cold shivers down my back that I remember feeling long
ago, when my nurse induced me to go into a churchyard.
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