Chapter 4

"Half the time I don't know what I'm doing!" I cried in seeming despair. I had rehearsed this over and over. "I suddenly come to and find myself in a place without the least recollection of how I got there." "What is it that fills your mind to the exclusion of your surroundings?" "Terrible, terrible things," I murmured, hanging my head. "Look at me, Mrs. Ensor," he purred. "Lose yourself in my eyes. Yield yourself freely. Let everything come out!" Plain terror filled me. How could I lose myself in him and at …