the same light and from the same angle as that old termagant--may her
bones lie unburied! She did care for me--she _did_ care for me--she DID
care for me, and I knew it. I could not solve her frolicking in the
forest with her half crazy cousin. I could not unriddle her laughing and
singing. Such things do not go with a heavy heart in the world I know,
but it may be she sought relief in following her beloved habit of
running, untamed and free, wherever her hoyden steps led her. I will see
her yet, and I will find out. I will make her see the truth, and outwit
that old she-devil who has cast me into torment with her meddling.
Moonset found me laboring up the road to the Lodge. I had stumbled upon
my hill. Sleep came at once, and how doubly sweet was that deep,
soundless, shoreless sea when I slipped out upon it in my Barque o'
Dreams!
Next day was Wednesday. All the bulldog in my nature unleashed--and a
major part of my nature is represented by the hybrid breed of bulldog
and mule--I went to Lizard Point, with the determination to have speech
with some one before I came away. I was no schoolboy, or callow youth,
to be trifled with in this manner. I had certain rights as a gentleman,
and these rights I intended to demand. But alas for human hopes--and
determinations! I could not demand aught of an empty porch, or a closed
and locked door, or blind-drawn, nailed down windows. I suppose they
were nailed down, for my peculiar nature caused me to try and raise two
of them, when repeated calls and much banging on the door did not bring
any results. The sashes did not even tremble under my hands. I saw a
broken rail lying near one corner of the house. I looked at it, and at
the blank window. That would get me in, or get somebody out. Either
would serve. I was so wrought up that I actually started toward that
piece of wood before I realized what I intended doing. It would be
house-breaking; malicious destruction of property--both of which were
jail offenses. I must forego the execution of this project, much as it
appealed to me at the moment. Nothing would suit Granny better. She
would have the law on me in a trice, and be rid of me for good and all.
I went home.
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