Ellice Quentin, and other storiesHawthorne, Julian
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Ellice Quentin, and other stories
Hawthorne, Julian
American fiction -- 19th century; Short stories, American
The woman paused just outside the circle of the Oak's boughs, and sent
her glance resolutely into the obscurity underneath. After a few
moments' scrutiny, she took the ivory cross between her hands, and went
forward. The phosphorescent gleams wavering to and fro, illuminated
duskily the figure of a man stretched out near the base of the trunk.
Lady Kildhurm crouched down beside him and spoke close to his ear:
'Norman, thy wife is with thee!'
The man emitted a stertorous breath, but uttered no word.
'Norman, thou art dying. Tell me, how is it with thy soul? for whither
thou goest thy wife shall follow thee. If it is well with thee, kiss
this cross for a sign. See I hold it to thy lips.'
But the man's lips did not move.
'Has the Evil One overcome thee, then?' said the woman sadly, after
a pause. 'But take comfort, my beloved, for I will not desert thee.
We have seen and known many marvellous things, Norman--thou and I
together: and I have never shrunk from going along with thee, hand in
hand, wherever thou didst lead the way. And now, my love shall go with
thee across the grave; I will not seek a happiness where thou art not;
and in proof of it, my husband, if thou biddest me to fling the cross
into the sea, and to tear the leaves from the Holy Book and cast them
on the air I will do it! Only move thy hand in answer, and it shall be
enough.'
For a long time, as it seemed, the man lay wholly motionless; his
life, which had hung trembling on the balance, appeared quite to have
slipped away. A great fear bestirred itself in Lady Kildhurm's soul:
if her husband died, and made no sign as to whither he had gone, how
should she follow him? Under the influence of this dread, she placed
her lips to his ear, and spoke sharply and urgently:
'Norman, my husband,' she cried; 'come back! Tell me what I am to do!'
A tremor passed through the man's body. Slowly and stiffly he raised
himself on one arm, and lifting the other hand, he pointed upwards.
'There!' he muttered, in a sluggish but articulate tone; 'there is
treasure! seek for it!'
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