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She knew now what had happened to her. She _was_ afraid of Harding / Powell; and it was her fear that had cried to her to go, to get away / from him.
The awful thing was that she knew she could not get away from him. She / had only to close her eyes and she would find the visible image of him / hanging before her on the wall of darkness. And to-night, when she tried / to cover it with Rodney's it was no longer obliterated. Rodney's image / had worn thin and Harding's showed through. She was more afraid of it / than she had been of Harding; and, more than anything, she was afraid / of being afraid. Harding was the object of a boundless and / indestructible compassion, and her fear of him was hateful to her and / unholy. She knew that it would be terrible to let it follow her into / that darkness where she would presently go down with him alone. "It / would be all right," she said to herself, "if only I didn't keep on / seeing him."