Cruel as the graveSouthworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
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Cruel as the grave
Southworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
American fiction -- 19th century
"And now to horse," said Captain Pendleton, taking Mrs. Berners under
his guidance, while Mr. Berners brought on the valise and travelling
bag.
Captain Pendleton placed Sybil in her saddle, whispering encouragingly,
"Be strong and hopeful. This necessary flight is a temporary evil,
intended to save you from a permanent, and even perhaps a fatal wrong.
Be patient, and time shall vindicate you and bring you back."
"But oh! to leave my home, and the home of my fathers! to leave it like
a criminal, when I am innocent! to leave it in haste, and not to know if
I may ever return," cried Sybil, in a voice of anguish.
"It is a fearful trial. I will not mock you by denying that it is. Yes,
it is a terrible ordeal! but one, Mrs. Berners, that you have heroism
enough to bear," replied Captain Pendleton, as he bowed over her
extended hand and gave her the reins.
Lyon Berners was also mounted. They were ready to start. With a mutual
"God bless you," the friends parted.
Lyon and Sybil took the dark road.
Captain Pendleton unlocked the door that had been locked by Mr. Berners,
but as he pushed to open it he felt an obstruction, and instantly
afterwards heard some one run away.
"A listener," he thought, in dismay as he pursued the fugitive. But he
only caught a glimpse of a figure disappearing through the front door
and into the darkness without, in which it was lost.
"An eavesdropper!" he exclaimed, in despair. "An eavesdropper! Who now
can be assured of her safety? Oh, Sybil! you rejected my hand, and very
nearly ruined my life. But this night I would die to save you," he
sighed, as he went and joined the gentlemen who were sitting up
watching, or rather dozing, in the parlor, while waiting for the
physician's or the coroner's arrival.
"Where is Mrs. Berners?" inquired the old Judge, rousing himself up.
"She retired to her chamber about an hour ago," answered Captain
Pendleton, telling the truth, but not the whole truth, as you will
perceive.
"Hum, ha, yes; well, and where is her husband?"
"He followed her there," answered the Captain, shortly.
"Ha, hum, yes, well. The coroner is long in coming," grumbled the Judge.
"It is some distance to Blackville, sir, and the roads are rough and the
night is dark," observed the Captain.
"Well, yes, true," agreed the old man, subsiding into his chair and into
his doze.
Captain Pendleton threw himself into a seat, but had not sat long before
the parlor door opened, and his sister appeared at it and called to him
in a low voice.
He arose, and went to her.
"Come out into the hall here; I want to speak to you, Clement," said
Miss Pendleton.
He went out.
Then his sister inquired, in a voice full of anxious entreaty:
"Clement, _where_ is Sybil?"
"She went to her room a little more than an hour ago," answered the
brother, giving his sister the same answer that he had given the Judge.
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