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Thomas

I knew Ruth wnted to speak with me; but I also knew she was terrified that it might happen. She was a brave woman, and in that she was Lucy’s daughter, but she was also her father’s child and alone in a dark and gloomy house. My own father had tried to distract me from the consequences of the gift of second sight, and from my precocious insistence that I knew best; if this young woman had the same tendencies, I knew she would have to be brought to the realisation gently and somehow taught, as I was taught, to handle it with care. For the time being, I contented myself with thinking back to my childhood and wondering how she would confront the truths of my life if she persisted in following the paths of her research, and, on this occasion, I left her to her thoughts and dreams rather than give in to the temptation to appear.