I felt horribly
frightened of her. She seemed an entirely different creature. A
wild light was in her eyes, a furtive, animal-like expression was
on her face. When she spoke it was in a different voice and in
different language.
"Do you hear the wind?" she asked in a thrilling whisper. "What
IS the wind? What IS the wind?"
"I--I--don't know," I stammered.
"No more do I," said Peg, "and nobody knows. Nobody knows what
the wind is. I wish I could find out. I mightn't be so afraid of
the wind if I knew what it was. I am afraid of it. When the
blasts come like that I want to crouch down and hide me. But I
can tell you one thing about the wind--it's the only free thing in
the world--THE--ONLY--FREE--THING. Everything else is subject to
some law, but the wind is FREE. It bloweth where it listeth and
no man can tame it. It's free--that's why I love it, though I'm
afraid of it. It's a grand thing to be free--free free--free!"
Peg's voice rose almost to a shriek. We were dreadfully
frightened, for we knew there were times when she was quite crazy
and we feared one of her "spells" was coming on her. But with a
swift movement she turned the man's coat she wore up over her
shoulders and head like a hood, completely hiding her face.
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