“They?” Gees asked, and did not move from the driving seat.
“They,” she insisted. “Please get out. I want you to go with me, there.” She pointed along the roadway. “I want to see the house again, and we can talk as we go. Won’t you go with me— please?”
He got out, then, and opened the sagging gate. They passed into the gloom and silence of the roadway and he knew it empty of the influences that had made it a place of fearful mystery when he had been here before. It was no more, now, than an ordinary way to a farmhouse— perhaps that house was ordinary too, but of that he was not sure.
“To see it once more— I grew up there,” she said. “And I’m glad you consented, glad you let me talk to you for a little while. To tell you— if I never see you again, it won’t alter my caring for you.”
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