He was not yet accustomed to life in a great city, and it did not seem
wise, either, to permit him to walk home alone, or to wait for me in the
hotel among strangers. He did not seem quite content to stay, however,
and there was a troubled expression on his face, which was new to it,
and which I could not put out of my mind after I had left the house. The
hotel to which I had been directed was on Union Square. It was not far
from our apartments, and I intended to walk there, but I had not
gone half a block before the street was lit up with a vivid flash of
lightning, followed by deafening thunder, and the wind blew damp in my
face. I hurried toward Third Avenue, intending to mount one of the horse
cars going down-town, but suddenly a fierce gust of wind swept over me,
sowing great drops of rain along the pavement. I looked about for a cab.
The street was deserted and so dark that I could see nothing except
the gloomy rows of brown stone that stood on either side. While I was
looking backward another flash of lightning illumined the street. What
man was that coming in the distance? Was it Rayel? No, that was scarcely
possible. I had only caught a momentary glimpse of him in the quick
flash. He was tall and erect like Rayel, and I thought the hat was his.
But my imagination must have tricked me after all, for nothing showed
clearly. I walked back a few steps and listened. I could hear no
footsteps, but then he might have followed me, and I ought to be sure.
So I called, “Rayel! Rayel!” twice, and waited for an answer, but
could hear none. I had not time to go back to our rooms, as Hester was
undoubtedly waiting for me now, and Rayel was certainly not the man
I had seen, or he would have answered me. So I hurried along without
giving any further thought to my fears. But where was Third Avenue? Its
character was not then so sharply defined as in these days of elevated
rail-roads--perhaps I had passed it. I had already walked a long
distance, and I had not yet recognized that thoroughfare. I could hear
footsteps behind me and I determined to wait a moment and inquire my
way.
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