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
"The frost had followed a long spell of dirty weather, and the roads
were fluted ribbons of frozen mud. My footsteps resounded merrily as
I pushed into the darkness, the centre of a moving circle of light
thrown upon the ground by my lantern. I shall never forget that walk.
The box of flowers I carried in one hand, my lantern in the other,
and for all my full hands I must needs keep feeling for the ring in
my pocket, to make sure that I had it safe. And I felt as though my
back was turned forever upon the town, and all that. We would be
married without unnecessary delay, and we would live well outside
London--either in the Thames Valley or among the Surrey Hills, I
thought. At any price we would keep clear of the town; I would go in
as late as possible in the mornings and return quite early in the
afternoon. My old haunts should know me no more. With such a prospect
and so many good resolutions to occupy my mind, the way seemed short
enough, and I was glowing as much from my own thoughts as from the keen
clean air when I swung open the rectory gate and walked briskly up the
well-known drive; my heart was beating mountains high, for the dear old
place had always been infinitely more homelike to me than my own home.
"The house struck me as being poorly lighted, but then I was purposely
taking them by surprise. As I came up to it, my eyes mounted to Edie's
bedroom window, and I was astonished to see it standing wide open to
the bitter air. There was no light in the room either. The front door
was opened by the rector himself. He seemed agitated at the sight of
me; nor would he shake my hand, and I knew, then, that he had seen in
the papers that which I hoped had escaped his notice. With a sinking
heart I asked for Edie. The old man peered at me for a moment; then he
answered that she was gone.
"'Gone away?'
"He nodded.
"'And when?'
"'This morning.'
"'And where to?' I asked, for you must see how disappointed I was.
"'Do not ask me,' he says. 'May God forgive you, for I, His minister,
never can!' he sings out. And with that the door was shut in my face,
and the key turned on the inside.
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