Jeanne of the MarshesOppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips)
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Jeanne of the Marshes
Oppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips)
Detective and mystery stories; English fiction -- 20th century
"I had forgotten all about them," Andrew confessed. "Wait a moment."
He left the room and walked out on to the beach. The sea was still
dashing its spray high over the roof of the little cottage. The stones
outside were wet to within a few feet of his door. He looked across
toward the mainland. Far away he fancied that he could see men carrying
lanterns like will-o'-the-wisps, in that part of the marshes near the
Hall. He retraced his steps to the sitting-room.
"I am afraid," he said, "that it will not be possible to take you back
to-night. The sea is still too rough for my boat, and shows no sign of
going down."
She clapped her hands.
"I am very glad," she declared frankly. "I would very much rather stay
here than go back. Shall we go and see what there is for dinner? I can
cook quite well. I learnt at the convent, but I have never had a chance
to really try what I can do."
He smiled.
"Well," he said, "you can do exactly what you like with the contents of
my larder, but so far as I am concerned, I must go."
"Go?" she repeated wonderingly. "If I cannot leave the island, surely
you cannot!"
"Yes!" he answered. "There is another way. I am going to swim over to
the mainland and let them know at the Hall where you are."
She was suddenly serious, serious as well as disappointed.
"You must not," she declared. "It is too dangerous. I will not have you
try it. You must stay here with me. I am not used to being left alone.
I should be very lonely indeed. You must please not think of going."
"Miss Jeanne," he said quietly, "there are many things which you do not
know, and you must let me tell you this, that it is not possible for me
to keep you here as my guest until to-morrow. You cannot leave the
island, so I am going to. I can assure you that it is nothing whatever
of a swim, and I shall get to the other side quite easily. Then I am
going down to the village to get some dry clothes, and I shall go up to
the Hall and talk to your stepmother."
"If you make me go back," she declared, "I shall run away the first
time I have an opportunity, and if you will not have me, I dare say I
can find some one else who has a room to let, who will."
"I am not your keeper," he answered, "but please don't do anything rash
until I tell you what your stepmother says."
"It is you who are rash," she declared. "I do not think that I can let
you go. I am afraid, and the water looks so cruel to-night."
He laughed as he stepped outside.
"I am going round to leave some orders with Mr. Berners' servant," he
said, "and after that I am going. You must ring for anything you want,
and the man will show you your room if you want to lie down. I dare
say, though, that some one will come from the Hall presently. The sea
will be calmer in a few hours' time."
She walked with him to the edge of the beach. When he drew off his coat
and turned up his sleeves she trembled with anxiety.
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