England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Governesses -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
It was bitterly cold now; my feet felt numbed, and the spray wetted and
chilled my face. I dared not move my arm from Dot, he leaned so heavily
against it, and Flurry's head was against him. She had curled herself
up like Flossy, and I had one hand free, only I could not disentangle
it from the cloak. I dared not change my cramped position, for fear of
waking them. I was too thankful for their brief oblivion. If I could
only doze for a few moments; if I could only shut out the black waters
for a minute! The tumults of my thoughts were indescribable. My whole
life seemed to pass before me; every childish folly, every girlish
error and sin, seemed to rise up before me; conversations I had
forgotten, little incidents of family life, dull or otherwise; speeches
I had made and repented, till my head seemed whirling. It must be
midnight now, I thought. If I could only dare; but a new terror kept me
wide awake. In spite of my protecting arms, would not Dot suffer from
the damp chilliness? He shivered in his sleep, and Flurry moaned and
half woke, and then slept again. I was growing so numbed and cramped
that I doubted my endurance for much longer. Dot seemed growing
heavier, and there was the weight of Flurry and Flossy. If I could only
stretch myself! And then I nearly cried out, for a sudden flash seemed
to light the cavern. One instant, and it was gone; but that second
showed a grewsome scene--damp, black walls, with a frothing turbulous
water beneath them, and hanging arches exuding moisture. Darkness
again. From whence had that light flashed? As I asked myself the
question it came again, startling me with its sudden brilliancy; and
this time it was certainly from some aperture overhead, and a little
beyond where we sat.
Gone again, and this time utterly; but not before I caught a glimpse of
the broad rocky shelf beyond us. The light had flashed down not a dozen
yards from where we stood; it must have been a lantern; if so, they
were still seeking us, this time on the cliffs. It was only midnight,
and there were still four weary hours to wait, and every moment I was
growing more chilled and numbed. I began to dread the consequences to
myself as well as to the children. If I could only crawl along the
shelf and explore, perhaps there might be some opening to the cliff. I
had not thought of this before, until the light brought the idea to my
mind.
I perceived, too, that the glimmering half-light came from above, and
not from the mouth of the cave. For a moment the fear of losing my
balance and falling back into the water daunted me, and kept me from
moving; but the next minute I felt I must attempt it. I unfastened my
cloak and woke Dot softly, and then whispered to him that I was cramped
and in pain, and must move up and down the platform; and he understood
me, and crawled sleepily off my lap; then I lifted Flurry with
difficulty, for she moaned and whimpered at my touch.
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