Dr. Rumsey's patient : $b a very strange storyMeade, L. T.
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Dr. Rumsey's patient : $b a very strange story
Meade, L. T.
Physician and patient -- Fiction
"'It is not Armitage now,' she answered. 'I am married. I live about
three miles from Grandcourt, over in that direction. I am going home
now. My husband's name is Vincent. He is a farmer.'
"'You don't look too well off,' I said, for I noticed her shabby dress
and run-to-seed appearance.
"'These are hard times for farmers,' she answered.
"'Have you children?' I asked.
"'No,' she replied fiercely, 'I am glad to say I have not.'
"'Why are you glad?' I asked. 'Surely a child is the crown of a married
woman's bliss.'
"'It would not be to me,' she cried. 'My heart is full to the brim. I
have no room for a child in it.'
"'A full heart generally means happiness,' I said. 'Are you happy?'
"She gave me a queer glance.
"'No, ma'am,' she answered, 'my heart is full of bitterness, of sorrow.'
Her eyes looked quite wild. She pressed one of her hands to her
forehead,--then stepping out, she half turned round to me.
"'I wish you good-morning, Mrs. Everett,' she said. 'My way lies across
here.'
"'Stay a moment before you leave me,' I said. 'I am coming to this plain
on a mission which you perhaps can guess. If you are poor you will not
despise half a sovereign. I'll give you half a sovereign if you'll show
me the exact spot where the murder was committed.'
"She turned from white to red, and from red to white again.
"'I don't like that spot,' she said. 'That night was a terrible night to
me; my nerves ain't what they were--I sleep bad, and sometimes I dream.
Many and many a time I've seen that murder committed over again. I have
seen the look on the face of the murdered man, and the look on the face
of the man who did it--Oh, my God, I have seen----'
"She pressed her two hands hard against her eyes.
"I waited quietly until she had recovered her emotion; then I held out
the little gold coin.
"'You will take me to the spot?' I asked.
"She clutched the coin suddenly in her hand.
"'This will buy what I live for,' she cried, with passion. 'I can drown
thought with this. Come along, ma'am, we are not very far from the place
here. I'll take you, and then go on home.'
"She started off, walking in front of me, and keeping well ahead. She
went quickly, and yet with a sort of tremulous movement, as though she
were not quite certain of herself. We crossed the Plain not far from the
Court. I saw the house in the distance, and the curling smoke which rose
up out of the trees.
"'Don't walk so fast,' I said. 'I am an old woman, and you take my
breath away.' She slackened her steps, but very unwillingly.
"'The family are not often at the Court?' I queried.
"'No,' she answered with a start--'since the old Squire died the place
has been most shut up.'
"'I happen to know the present Squire and his wife,' I said.
"She flushed when I said this, gave me a furtive glance, and then
pressing one hand to her left side, said abruptly:
"'If you know you can tell me summ'at--he is well, is he?'
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