A Son of Hagar: A Romance of Our TimeCaine, Hall, Sir
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A Son of Hagar: A Romance of Our Time
Caine, Hall, Sir
Cumberland (England) -- Fiction; English fiction; London (England) -- Fiction
"Well, I wudna be for saying but I's getten a bit short-sighted, but if
theer's a horse tied to a post afore this house, I's not be for saying
as I won't be domd!"
Natt ran to the door, followed by a dozen pairs of quizzing eyes. The
horse was gone. Natt sat down on the post and looked around in blank
astonishment.
"Well, I will be domd!" he said.
At last the bogies had him in their grip.
CHAPTER XIII.
By the time that Paul had got to the Ghyll his anxiety had reached the
point of anguish. Perhaps it had been no more than a fancy, but he
thought as he approached the house that a mist hung about it. When he
walked into the hall his footsteps sounded hollow to his ear, and the
whole place seemed empty as a vault. The spirit-deadening influence of
the surroundings was upon him, when old Dinah Wilson came from the
kitchen and looked at him with surprise. Clearly he had not been
expected. He wanted to ask twenty questions, but his tongue cleaved to
his mouth. The strong man trembled and his courage oozed away.
Why did not the woman speak? How scared she looked, too! He was brushing
past her, and up the stairs, when she told him, in faltering tones, that
her mistress was gone.
The word coursed through his veins like poison. "Gone! how gone?" he
said. Could it be possible that his mother was dead?
"Gone away," said Dinah.
"Away! Where?"
"Gone by train, sir, this afternoon."
"Gone by train," Paul repeated, mechanically, with absent manner.
"There's a letter left, sir; it's on the table in her room."
Recovering his self-possession, Paul darted upstairs at three steps a
stride. His mother's room was empty; no fire in the grate; the pictures
down from the walls; the table coverless; the few books gone from the
shelf; all chill, voiceless, and blind.
What did it mean? Paul stood an instant on the threshold, seeing all in
one swift glance, yet seeing nothing. Then, with the first return of
present consciousness, his eye fell on the letter that lay on the table.
He took it up with trembling fingers. It was addressed in his mother's
hand to him. He broke the seal. This is what he read:
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