A Life for a Life, Volume 1 (of 3)Craik, Dinah Maria Mulock
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A Life for a Life, Volume 1 (of 3)
Craik, Dinah Maria Mulock
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Still, after this discovery, it is vitally necessary to learn more.
I have sat up till midnight, waiting Treherne's return. He did not
overtake me--I never expected he would--or desired it. I came back, when
I did come back, another way. His hut, next to mine, is still silent.
So is the whole camp at this hour. Refreshing myself a few minutes since
by standing bare-headed at my hut-door, I saw nothing but the stars
overhead, and the long lines of lamps below; heard nothing but the sigh
of the moorland wind, and the tramp of the sentries relieving guard.
I must wait a little longer; to sleep would be impossible till I have
tried to find out as much as I can.
What if it should be _that_--the worst? which might inevitably
produce--or leave me no reason longer to defer--the end?
*****
Here it seemed as if with long pondering my faculties became torpid. I
fell into a sort of dream; which, being broken by a face looking in at
me through the window, a sickness of perfectly childish terror came over
me. For an instant only--and then I had put away my writing-materials
and unbolted the door.
Treherne came in, laughing violently. "Why, Doctor, did you take me for
a ghost?"
"You might have been. You know what happened last week to those poor
young fellows coming home from a dinner-party in a dogcart."
"By George I do!" The thought of this accident, which had greatly
shocked the whole camp, sobered him at once. "To be knocked over
in action is one thing; but to die with one's head under a
carriage-wheel--ugh!--Doctor, did ye really think something of the
sort had befallen me? Thank you; I had no idea you cared so much for a
harum-scarum fellow like me."
He could not be left believing an untruth; so I said, my startled looks
were not on his account; the fact was, I had been writing closely for
some hours, and was nervous--rather.
The notion of my having "nerves," afforded him considerable amusement.
"But that is just what Dora persisted--good sort of creature, isn't she?
the one you walked with from church. I told her you were as strong as
iron and as hard as a rock, and she said she didn't believe it; that
yours was one of the most sensitive faces she had ever seen."
"I am very much obliged to Miss Theodora--I really was not aware of it
myself."
"Nor I either, faith! but women are so sharp-sighted. Ah, Doctor, you
don't half know their ways."
I concluded he had stayed at Rockmount; had he spent a pleasant day?
"Pleasant? ecstatic. Now, acknowledge--isn't she a glorious girl? Such
a mouth--such an eye--such an arm! Altogether a magnificent creature.
Don't you think so? Speak out, I shan't be jealous."
I said, with truth, she was an extremely handsome young woman.
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