A Secret Inheritance (Volume 1 of 3)Farjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
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A Secret Inheritance (Volume 1 of 3)
Farjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
Mystery fiction; Sleepwalking -- Fiction
"'Next I tried Kristel, and found him, as I feared and expected,
obdurate and violent. In the interval which elapsed between my
speaking to Silvain and Kristel, all the village knew that I was about
to leave, and the fishermen, and their wives and children, with whom I
had become a general favourite, freely expressed their regret at the
prospect of losing me.
"'But I am coming back,' I said with an attempt at gaiety.
"They expressed their joy at hearing this. There was no retreat open
to me. Had I manufactured an excuse for staying, I felt that I should
have been looked upon with suspicion by Kristel and Silvain. In that
case, my possible usefulness would be destroyed, and I could never
regain the position of confidence I had gained with them. Therefore I
bade them farewell, and much distressed and disturbed took my
departure.
"I returned at the end of three weeks, the shortest limit I had set
upon my absence. I had written to Kristel and Silvain, announcing my
return and expected to be greeted by them upon my arrival. To my
disappointment I saw nothing of them, and upon inquiring for them, I
was informed that they had gone from the village.
"'Gone!' I cried.
"'Yes,' was the answer, 'disappeared.'
"That was all the satisfaction I obtained from the men in the village,
my inquiries being at first confined to them. As a rule, they were not
given to tittle-tattle, and accounted it a virtue to hold their
tongues. Most of the women followed the lead of the men in this
respect, but there were a few gossips among them, and I sought out the
most garrulous of the class, who was generously discursive and
communicative. She was an old woman whose name I have forgotten, and
she tardily enlightened me--to my sorrow and dismay. She commenced in
a roundabout fashion.
"'You see, sir,' the old soul said, 'there's no telling what there is
in man or woman till they are set loose. Tie a young girl up, keep her
from mixing with folk, and prevent her from making friends, and
frolicking a bit in a harmless way, with girls and boys of her own
age, and likely as not mischief will come of it. Not that I believe
there's any harm in her.'
"'In her!' I exclaimed. 'In whom?'
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