The Lock and Key Library: The most interesting stories of all nations: American
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The Lock and Key Library: The most interesting stories of all nations: American
Detective and mystery stories; Short stories, American
The first visitings of this light called up a train of horrors in
my mind; destruction impended over this spot; the voice which I had
lately heard had warned me to retire, and had menaced me with the
fate of my father if I refused. I was desirous, but unable to
obey; these gleams were such as preluded the stroke by which he
fell; the hour, perhaps, was the same. I shuddered as if I had
beheld suspended over me the exterminating sword.
Presently a new and stronger illumination burst through the lattice
on the right hand, and a voice from the edge of the precipice above
called out my name. It was Pleyel. Joyfully did I recognize his
accents; but such was the tumult of my thoughts that I had not
power to answer him till he had frequently repeated his summons. I
hurried at length from the fatal spot, and, directed by the lantern
which he bore, ascended the hill.
Pale and breathless, it was with difficulty I could support myself.
He anxiously inquired into the cause of my affright and the motive
of my unusual absence. He had returned from my brother’s at a late
hour, and was informed by Judith that I had walked out before
sunset and had not yet returned. This intelligence was somewhat
alarming. He waited some time; but, my absence continuing, he had
set out in search of me. He had explored the neighborhood with the
utmost care, but, receiving no tidings of me, he was preparing to
acquaint my brother with this circumstance, when he recollected the
summer-house on the bank, and conceived it possible that some
accident had detained me there. He again inquired into the cause
of this detention, and of that confusion and dismay which my looks
testified.
I told him that I had strolled hither in the afternoon, that sleep
had overtaken me as I sat, and that I had awakened a few minutes
before his arrival. I could tell him no more. In the present
impetuosity of my thoughts, I was almost dubious whether the pit
into which my brother had endeavored to entice me, and the voice
that talked through the lattice, were not parts of the same dream.
I remembered, likewise, the charge of secrecy, and the penalty
denounced if I should rashly divulge what I had heard. For these
reasons I was silent on that subject, and, shutting myself in my
chamber, delivered myself up to contemplation.
What I have related will, no doubt, appear to you a fable. You
will believe that calamity has subverted my reason, and that I am
amusing you with the chimeras of my brain instead of facts that
have really happened. I shall not be surprised or offended if
these be your suspicions. I know not, indeed, how you can deny
them admission. For, if to me, the immediate witness, they were
fertile of perplexity and doubt, how must they affect another to
whom they are recommended only by my testimony? It was only by
subsequent events that I was fully and incontestably assured of the
veracity of my senses.
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