I took her by the hand, and led her silently through the budding heather--we dared not speak; for we could not tell but that the dread creature was listening, although unseen,--but that IT might appear and push us asunder. I never loved her more fondly than now when--and that was the unspeakable misery--the idea of her was becoming so inextricably blended with the shuddering thought of IT. She seemed to understand what I must be feeling. She let go my hand, which she had kept clasped until then, when we reached the garden gate, and went forwards to meet her anxious friend, who was standing by the window looking for her. I could not enter the house: I needed silence, society, leisure, change--I knew not what--to shake off the sensation of that creature's presence. Yet I lingered about the garden--I hardly know why; I partly suppose, because I feared to encounter the resemblance again on the solitary common, where it had vanished, and partly from a feeling of inexpressible compassion for Lucy. In a few minutes Mistress Clarke came forth and joined me. We walked some paces in silence. 'You know all now,' said she, solemnly. 'I saw IT,' said I, below my breath. 'And you shrink from us, now,' she said, with a hopelessness which stirred up all that was brave or good in me. 'Not a whit,' said I. 'Human flesh shrinks from encounter with the powers of darkness: and, for some reason unknown to me, the pure and holy Lucy is their victim.' 'The sins of the fathers shall be visited upon the children,' she said. 'Who is her father?' asked I. 'Knowing as much as I do, I may surely know more--know all. Tell me, I entreat you, madam, all that you can conjecture respecting this demoniac persecution of one so good.' 'I will; but not now. I must go to Lucy now. Come this afternoon, I will see you alone; and oh, sir! I will trust that you may yet find some way to help us in our sore trouble!'