A Strange Story — CompleteLytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
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A Strange Story — Complete
Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
English fiction -- 19th century
“Patience, sir; hear me out. I was sent from L---- to this station (on
promotion, sir) a fortnight since last Friday, for there has been a
good deal of crime hereabouts; it is a bad neighbourhood, and full of
smugglers. Some days ago, in watching quietly near a lonely house, of
which the owner is a suspicious character down in my books, I saw, to my
amazement, Mr. Margrave come out of that house,--come out of a private
door in it, which belongs to a part of the building not inhabited by the
owner, but which used formerly, when the house was a sort of inn, to
be let to night lodgers of the humblest description. I followed him;
he went down to the seashore, walked about, singing to himself; then
returned to the house, and re-entered by the same door. I soon learned
that he lodged in the house,--had lodged there for several days. The
next morning, a fine yacht arrived at a tolerably convenient creek about
a mile from the house, and there anchored. Sailors came ashore, rambling
down to this town. The yacht belonged to Mr. Margrave; he had purchased
it by commission in London. It is stored for a long voyage. He had
directed it to come to him in this out-of-the-way place, where no
gentleman’s yacht ever put in before, though the creek or bay is handy
enough for such craft. Well, sir, is it not strange that a rich young
gentleman should come to this unfrequented seashore, put up with
accommodation that must be of the rudest kind, in the house of a man
known as a desperate smuggler, suspected to be worse; order a yacht to
meet him here; is not all this strange? But would it be strange if he
were waiting for a young lady? And if a young lady has fled at night
from her home, and has come secretly along bypaths, which must have
been very fully explained to her beforehand, and is now near that young
gentleman’s lodging, if not actually in it--if this be so, why, the
affair is not so very strange after all. And now do you forgive me,
sir?”
“Where is this house? Lead me to it.”
“You can hardly get to it except on foot; rough walking, sir, and about
seven miles off by the shortest cut.”
“Come, and at once; come quickly. We must be there before--before--”
“Before the young lady can get to the place. Well, from what you say
of the spot in which she was last seen, I think, on reflection, we may
easily do that. I am at your service, sir. But I should warn you
that the owners of the house, man and wife, are both of villanous
character,--would do anything for money. Mr. Margrave, no doubt,
has money enough; and if the young lady chooses to go away with Mr.
Margrave, you know I have no power to help it.”
“Leave all that to me; all I ask of you is to show me the house.”
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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