Great Britain -- History -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction
But the two eavesdroppers who had heard the story, horror-struck, could
endure no more, indeed, Barbara was trembling from head to foot. With
one accord they crept from the doorway, fortunately unobserved by the
three men, who stood so intently contemplating the horrible spectacle
before them, and passed rapidly from the spot, horrified by the
experience, and ever pursued by a wild unreasoning terror lest the
sleeping girl should wake and come to the window, lest they should hear
the greeting she gave her lover’s corpse.
And so at length they left the town behind them, and reached the quiet
country beyond.
The night lay dark and silent around them. The pure fresh wind blew on
their faces, bearing the sweet scent of the woods upon its wings; the
trees and hedges shadowed darkly above them, whispering soft answers to
the wooing breeze. The air was full of the sweet mysterious noises of
the night, when nature murmurs, in those voices which know neither sound
nor language, yet speak so clearly to the listening heart.
The wide arch of the clear heavens stretched above them, spreading
before their gaze the infinite glories of their star-lit space, teaching
alike the infinite littleness and the infinite greatness of man; since
though he comprehend so little of what lies around him, yet hath he in
his being the breath of that spirit who "or ever the earth and the world
was made, is God from everlasting, and shalt be, world without end."
The joy of freedom coursed through their veins, a great peace enfolded
their hearts, and the Spirit of God rested upon them as they walked on
in silence, side by side, into the darkness of the night.
At length, when they had walked three miles or more, Captain Protheroe
stopped and stooping down carefully scanned his companion’s face.
"We will go no further now," was the result of his scrutiny. "I fear me
we must dispense with a roof for to-night at least. Can you endure a
night in the open, think you?" he queried doubtfully.
Barbara smiled, stretching her arms out towards the sky.
"Indeed I can. Three nights in prison have wrought such effect upon me,
I could wish never to behold a roof again."
"Good! then follow me. I know of a hiding-place that should shelter us
safely for many a day."
He turned abruptly from the road, and helping her through the bordering
hedge, struck across several rough fields, until a dark shadow of a wood
loomed before them, and in a few minutes more they were enveloped in the
blackness of its depths.
"Give me your hand," he said, drawing her nearer to him. "The paths are
difficult to follow."
Indeed she could distinguish nothing in the intense darkness, but he
walked on unerringly, leading her along a maze of narrow paths, bordered
by thick brushwood, and a tangle of undergrowth.
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