She was afraid people would follow her, she was afraid of the dark, open doorways she passed, and afraid of the blazes of light; she was afraid to be alone, and she knew not what it was she feared. She remained for some seconds crouching at the fender, poker in hand. I thought it was a mirror at the first, for it was so very like myself. when I was five.
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