Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, No. 744, March 30, 1878Various
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Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, No. 744, March 30, 1878
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It was because he fancied that Miss Willis was impatiently awaiting the
moment for separating for the night, that Jasper chose to delay it; but
at length the time came when the good-nights had been exchanged, and
the drawing-room was abandoned. Captain Denzil’s room, which adjoined
the picture-gallery on the first-floor, was immediately beneath that
occupied by the Indian orphan. Repeatedly, after he reached it, did
Jasper fancy that he heard a light swift step overhead, as if Sir
Sykes’s ward were hurrying to and fro; and then his sharpened ear
caught the sound of a stealthy tread upon the oaken staircase.
Extinguishing the lights for the time being, Captain Denzil threw open
his window, which overlooked the park; and by the time his eyes grew
somewhat accustomed to the darkness, he saw, or thought he saw, a
female form glide from under the black shadow of the giant sycamores
and flit bat-like away through the solitary gloom.
‘If it were not for this provoking arm,’ said the captain, who was
still, despite the skilful care of worthy little Dr Aulfus from
Pebworth, suffering less from his hurts than from the Nemesis that dogs
the steps of the hard-liver, ‘I’d win the odd trick to-night. But if I
can’t follow to see who it is that she meets, at anyrate I shall get a
second peep at yonder ingenuous creature when she comes back. A rare
moonless night it is for such an errand!’
Jasper’s eyes had not deceived him. It was Ruth whose slight figure had
passed away into the deepening shadows of the night, crossing the park
towards its northern boundary, which abutted upon the broken country
leading to the royal forest, treeless, but none the less in sound law
the forest of Dartmoor. It was so dark that even one better accustomed
to the locality might have failed to keep to the right course among
narrow and grass-grown paths, many of them trodden by no human foot,
but by the cloven hoofs of the deer trooping down to pool or pasture.
Yet Ruth threaded her devious way past holt and thicket, past pond
and hollow, almost as well as the oldest keeper on the estate would
have done, and presently gained the gate which, as has been already
remarked, stood always open on the northern side of the park,
corresponding to that on the southern or seaward side, for, as has
been said, the public had an ancient right or user to traverse Carbery
Chase. But as a right of ingress for men might imply a right of egress
for deer, some zigzag arrangement of iron bars had been set up,
screen-like, at either extremity of the footpath, and this effectually
restrained the roving propensities of the antlered herd within.
‘So—you are late, Ruth! I have kicked about here, till I began to think
you’d thrown me over. No wonder, living among fine folks, that you’re
getting to care little how long a rough fellow like yours to command is
kept on the look-out.’
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