The Ghost by Arnold Bennet Chapter 16 Page 5

welling up, and I was glad for that. She was intensely moved, and less agonizing experiences than she had gone through might easily have led to brain fever in a woman of her highly emotional temperament.

“Why don’t you leave me, Mr. Foster?” she cried passionately, and there were sobs in her voice. “Why don’t you leave me, and never see me again?”

“Leave you?” I said softly. “Why?”

“Because I am cursed. Throughout my life I have been cursed; and the curse clings, and it falls on those who come near me.”

She gave way to hysterical tears; her head bent till it was almost on her knees. I went to her, and gently raised it, and put a cushion at the back of the chair. She grew calmer.