If you do you may do your worst."
Beyond all things, her anxiety was that, suddenly, in spite of herself,
she would do something "soft," some weak kindness. Her power over Mary
Kitson reassured her.
The fascination of this power very soon became to her an overwhelming
interest. Playing with Mary Kitson's mind was as absorbing to Sarah, as
chess to an older enthusiast; her discoveries promised her a life full
of entertainment, if, with her fellow-mortals, she was able, so easily,
"to do things," what a time she would always have. She discovered, very
soon, that Mary Kitson was, by nature, truthful and obedient, that she
had a great fear of God, and that she loved her parents. Here was fine
material to work upon. She began by insisting on little lies.
"Say our clocks were all wrong, and you couldn't know what the time
was."
"Oh, but----"
"Yes, say it."
"Please, Sarah."
"Say it. Otherwise I'll be punished too. Mind, if you don't say it, I
shall know."
There was the horrible threat that effected so much. Mary began soon to
believe that Sarah was never absent from her, that she attended her,
invisibly, her little dark face peering over Mary's shoulder, and when
Mary was in bed at night, the lights out, and only shadows on the walls,
Sarah was certainly there, her mocking eyes on Mary's face, her voice
whispering things in Mary's ears.
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