Lost Sir Massingberd: A Romance of Real Life. v. 2/2Payn, James
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Lost Sir Massingberd: A Romance of Real Life. v. 2/2
Payn, James
Detective and mystery stories; Fiction
Sagacious, however, as this gentleman doubtless was, I did not fancy him
as a companion to play bowls with; and, instead of going in the
direction of the bowling-green, I took my way to Fairburn Chase. I had
not set foot within it for more than a year, and the season was much
further advanced then when I had last been there. The stillness which
pervaded it in summertime was now broken by the flutter of the falling
leaf and the plash of the chestnuts on the moist and sodden ground; the
autumn rains had long set in; there was that "drip, drip, drip" in the
woods which so mournfully reminds us that the summer, with all its life
and warmth, has passed away; and the dank earth was sighing from beneath
its load of tangled leaves, which, "hanging so light and hanging so
high," but lately danced in the sunny air. The presentiment of evil
which overshadowed me was deepened by the melancholy of Nature. I moved
slowly through the drippling fern towards the heronry; from the little
island suddenly flew forth, not the stately birds who ordinarily reigned
there, but a pair of ravens. I knew that such had taken up their
residence in the old church tower, for I had seen them flying in and out
of its narrow ivied window-slits; but their appearance in the present
locality was most unexpected. I was far from being superstitious, but I
would rather have seen any other birds just then. A few steps further
brought me to that bend in the stream which had been such a favourite
haunt of mine before I had dreamed there so unpleasantly. The lime-trees
stood ragged and bare, and weeping silently, deprived of their summer
bee-music; the sparkling sand, wherein I had seen the mysterious
footprints, was dark and damp; a few steps further brought me to the
stepping-stones, by which that unknown visitant must have crossed over,
if she were indeed of mortal mould; the wood upon the other side was no
longer impenetrable to sight; and through its skeleton arms I could see
some building of considerable size at no great distance. I knew where
such of the keepers and gardeners as lived upon the estate resided, and
it puzzled me to imagine to what purpose this cottage was assigned.
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