Some Persons UnknownHornung, E. W. (Ernest William)
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Some Persons Unknown
Hornung, E. W. (Ernest William)
English fiction -- 19th century; Short stories, English
She was trying to adopt his tone; it was actually gay; and herein
his degeneracy was more apparent to her than in anything that had
gone before. He could not put himself in her place; the cruel dilemma
that she was in, for his sake, seemed nothing to him; his solitary
dog's life had deprived him of the power of feeling for another. And
yet the thought of those boots outside in the sand contradicted this
reflection; for he had put them on soon after her reappearance, thus
showing her on whose account they had been taken off. Moreover, his
next remark was entirely sympathetic.
"It's very rough on you," he said. "What do you mean to do?"
"I suppose I must go back to Melbourne."
"And then?"
"Get another place--if I can."
He said no more; but he waited upon her with heightened assiduity
during the remainder of their simple meal; and when they set out
together--he with all his worldly goods in a roll of blankets across
his shoulders--she made another effort to strike his own note of kindly
interest and impersonal sympathy. "And you," she said as they walked;
"what will _you_ do?"
"Get a job at the next station; there'll be no difficulty about that."
"I'm thankful to hear it."
"But I _am_ in a difficulty about you."
He paused so long that her heart fluttered, and she knew not what was
coming. They passed the place where her resolution had given way in
the dark hour before the dawn; she recognised that other spot, where,
later, he had found her asleep in the sun; but the first fence was in
sight before he spoke.
"I can't stand the idea of your putting in another appearance in the
township," he exclaimed at last, thrilling her with the words, which
expressed perhaps the greatest of her own immediate dreads. "It won't
do at all. Things will have got about. You must avoid the township at
all costs."
"How can I?"
"By striking the road much lower down. It will mean bearing to the
right, and no more beaten tracks after we get through this gate. But
the distance will be the same and I know the way."
"But my trunks----"
"The boss said he would have them put on the coach. They'll probably be
aboard whether you are or no. If they aren't, I'll have them sent after
you."
"I shall be taking you out of your way," objected the girl.
"Never mind. Will you trust me?"
"Most gratefully."
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