The International Monthly, Volume 2, No. 1, December, 1850Various
History
The International Monthly, Volume 2, No. 1, December, 1850
Various
Art, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; Science -- History -- Periodicals
This was said to the assistant, who, having done as he was told, and no
sign of life appearing, Mr. Adams felt for his lancet, and prepared to
bleed the patient. The lancet, however, had been left in the pocket of
another coat, and Robert being sent over to fetch it, Tracy stepped
forward and took his place at the head of the corpse; the consequence of
which was, that, when the boy returned, Mr. Adams bade him go back and
mind the shop, as they could do very well without him; and thus Tracy's
intrusion was, as it were, legitimized, and all awkwardness removed from
it. Not, however, that he had been sensible of any: he was too much
absorbed with the interest of the scene to be disturbed by such minor
considerations. Neither did anybody else appear discomposed or surprised
at his presence: the apothecary did not know but he had a right to be
there; the boy, who remembered the inquiries Tracy had made with regard
to the girl, concluded they had since formed an acquaintance; the girl
herself was apparently too much absorbed in the distressing event that
had occurred to have any thoughts to spare on minor interests; and as
for the man, he appeared to be scarcely conscious of what was going on
around him. Pale as death, and with all the symptoms of extreme sickness
and debility, he sat bending somewhat forward in an old arm-chair, with
his eyes fixed on the spot where the body lay; but there was "no
speculation" in those eyes, and it was evident that what he seemed to be
looking at he did not see. To every thoughtful mind the corporeal
investiture from which an immortal spirit has lately fled must present a
strange and painful interest; but Tracy felt now a more absorbing
interest in the mystery of the living than the dead; and as strange
questionings arose in his mind with regard to the pale occupant of the
old arm-chair as concerning the corpse that was stretched upon the
ground. Who was this stranger, and how came he there lying dead on the
floor of that poor house? And where was the pocket-book and the notes?
Not on the table, not in the room, so far as he could discern. They must
have been placed out of sight; and the question occurred to him, was
_she_ a party to the concealment? But both his heart and his judgment
answered _no_. Not only her pure and innocent countenance, but her whole
demeanor acquitted her of crime. It was evident that her attention was
entirely engrossed by the surgeon's efforts to recall life to the
inanimate body; there was no _arrière pensée_, no painful consciousness
plucking at her sleeve; her mind was anxious, but not more so than the
ostensible cause justified, and there was no expression of mystery or
fear about her. How different to the father, who seemed terror-struck!
No anxiety for the recovery of the stranger, no grief for his death,
appeared in him; and it occurred to Tracy that he looked more like one
condemned and waiting for execution than the interested spectator of
another's misfortune.
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