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"It is not personal hatred, mother; it is fear and terror. I do not,
as I said, hate the man personally, because I must say that he never
deserved such a feeling at my hands, but, in the meantime, the sight of
him sickens me almost to death. I am not aware that he is or ever was
immoral, or guilty of any act that ought to expose him to hatred; but,
notwithstanding that, my impression, when conversing with him, is, that
I am in the presence of an evil spirit, or of a man who is possessed of
one. Mamma, he must be excluded the house, and forbidden to visit here
again, otherwise my health will be destroyed, and my very life placed
in danger."
"My dear Alice, that is all very strange," replied her mother,
now considerably alarmed at her language, but still more so at her
appearance; "why, God bless me, child! now that I look at you, you
certainly do seem to be in an extraordinary state. You are the color of
death, and then you are all trembling! Why is this, I ask again?"
"The presence of that man," she replied, in a faint voice; "his presence
simply and solely.


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