De L'Orme.: The Works of G. P. R. James, Esq., Vol. XVI.James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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De L'Orme.: The Works of G. P. R. James, Esq., Vol. XVI.
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
Fiction
Being left alone, two more long hours did I wear out in the fever of
expectation. All noises gradually subsided in the town and in the
house, and everybody was evidently at repose before half-past eleven.
This was now the longest half-hour of all. I thought the church clock
must have gone wrong, and have stopped; and I was confirmed in this
idea when I heard the midnight round of the patrol of the Holy
Brotherhood pass by the house, as usual pushing at every door to see
that all were closed for the night. Shortly after, however, the chimes
of midnight began; and, with a beating heart, I descended the stairs,
having previously insured the means of opening the door without noise.
In a moment after, the fresh night air blew chill upon my cheek, and
conveyed a sort of shudder to my heart, which I could scarce help
feeling as a sinister omen; but, closing the door as near as I could,
without shutting it entirely, I darted across the street, pushed open
the little door, and entered. As I did so, the garments of a woman
rustled against me, and I caught the same fair soft hand I had held
the former night. It burned like a living fire; and, as I held it in
mine, it did not return or even seem sensible to the pressure, but my
fingers felt almost scorched with the feverish heat of hers.
Cautiously shutting the door, she led me by the hand up a flight
of stairs to a small, elegant dressing-room, wherein, on the
toilet-table, was a burning lamp. It shone dimly, but with sufficient
light to show me that my fair companion, though lovely as ever, was
deadly pale; and, attributing it to that agitation which she could not
but feel a thousand times more than even I did, I attempted to compose
her by a multitude of caresses and vows, which she suffered me to
lavish upon her almost unnoticed, remaining with a mute tongue and
wandering eye, as if my words scarcely found their way to the seat of
intellect. At length, laying her hand upon the hilt of my sword, with
a faint smile, she said, "What! a sword! You should never come to see
a lady with a sword;" and unbuckling it with her own hand, she laid it
on the table.
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