England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Love stories
"Come--in--quickly, sir," she jerked out. "I am afraid what may
happen--come quickly!" Whilst she spoke, she was locking and bolting
the green door again; then, without uttering another syllable, she led
the way up a flagged path, across a bare and deserted garden, to a
white stone house, through whose open front door a stream of light fell
across an unkempt, overgrown lawn.
"This way, sir," the woman said, when, having entered the door, she
turned across a wide hall; "this way--quickly!" As she uttered the
last word, a little cry broke the stillness of the house--a woman's
cry, sharp with fear, and the doctor's guide, her face suddenly grown
livid and pinched, broke into a run. They were passing along a
corridor, which intersected the hall at one end, and even in his hurry
Fergusson noticed the thickness of the carpet beneath his feet, and the
heavy curtains that shrouded the windows on his right; noticed, too,
that after that one short sharp cry, a silence had fallen over the
house again--a silence as sinister and uncanny as that in the valley
outside.
His guide paused before a door on their left, and as she turned her
plain but kindly face towards him, he saw how strained and ashen it had
grown, and what a great fear looked out of her eyes.
"It is so quiet," she whispered in low, horror-stricken accents, "so
quiet--I--am--afraid!"
Pushing her aside, Fergusson opened the door, ashamed of feeling how
hard his own heart was knocking against his ribs, ashamed of that
momentary shrinking from what he might find inside the room; but his
involuntary shrinking did not bring with it even a second of
hesitation. He opened the door widely, and stepped straight into the
apartment. Excepting for a night-light burning on a chest of drawers,
the room was in darkness, and he could make out nothing of his
surroundings. Then, as his eyes grew accustomed to the gloom, he
uttered a short exclamation of horror, and moved hurriedly forwards,
calling to the woman behind him to bring a light, and to bring it
quickly.
CHAPTER X.
"IT IS ONLY HE WHO MATTERS!"
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