Red Spider, Volume 2 (of 2)Baring-Gould, S. (Sabine)
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Red Spider, Volume 2 (of 2)
Baring-Gould, S. (Sabine)
English fiction -- 19th century
’I came here of my own accord,’ said the young man. ’My father knows
nothing of my purpose. I have come to tell you that I am very sorry for
what I did,—what I did, I dare say you have not heard, as you have been
away. You shall hear from me.’
’What have you done? Some foolery, I warrant.’
’Yes, uncle, something worse than foolery. The night you were away, and
when we did not know but you were at Langford, there was a hare hunt
before your doors.’
’What!’ almost screamed the old man.
Physick was unable to restrain a laugh.
’There was a hare hunt, and I was in it. I took a principal part. I was
thrown from my horse, and picked up unconscious, and the thing came to
an end, it went no further. I have been badly hurt. I might have been
killed.’
’And pray how came that about?’ asked the old man quivering with anger.
’A light from heaven—struck you to the ground, like Saul when breathing
out threatenings and slaughters against the Elect? And now you’re a
converted character, eh? and so think I’ll take you back into favour,
and let you have Langford?’
’No, uncle. I do not know quite what it was threw me down. Don’t think
me mad if I say it—but it seemed to me to be old Wellon rising from the
cairn and rushing down on me, to strike me to the earth.’
Langford looked at him with amazement.
’I tell you just what happened. I was riding in the hunt—more shame to
me—and I had the horn to my lips, and was just by the Gibbet Hill, when
my piebald stood bolt still, and shivered with fear, and all at once
there came a yellow light out of the barrow, and a great black figure
with flapping clothes about it and I remember no more.’
Langford was like the rest of his class, full of belief in the
supernatural. Larry spoke with such earnestness of tone, his face so
fully expressed his conviction, that the old man was awed.
’I have broken my right arm and collarbone. I have suffered a great
deal, I have not slept for three nights, and this is the first day I
have been out of my bedroom. Uncle Taverner, I made up my mind the very
first night, that I would come to you directly I was able, and tell you
that I am ashamed of myself. When the fellows were carrying me away on a
gate, and I woke up—then I knew I had done wrong. I was warned
beforehand twice to have nothing to do with the hunt. I heard those who
were carrying me say how bad I behaved in taking part in the game
against my own uncle. There—uncle! I’m very sorry, and I hope I’ll
never be such a fool and so wicked again.’
Taverner’s lips quivered, whether from suppressed rage, or from a rising
better emotion, neither Physick nor Larry knew, for they left the room,
whilst the old man stared after them with his dark brows contracted over
his keen, twinkling eyes, and he sat motionless, and without speaking.
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