The Mayor of WarwickHopkins, Herbert M. (Herbert Müller)
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The Mayor of Warwick
Hopkins, Herbert M. (Herbert Müller)
Mayors -- Fiction; New England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Social classes -- United States -- Fiction
That evening he turned over in his mind all the phases of their
enigmatical relationship, cursing his bland folly as he recalled with
keen humiliation his complacent explanation of her to herself while
they waited for the car. Her manner at parting appeared nothing less
than a decisive rebuke. When at length he fell asleep, he was visited
by a ghastly dream, in which the incident in the woods was re-enacted
with all the grewsome accentuation that belongs to the realm of
dreamland. Again the shadowy figure rose up before his feet and fled
away. He pursued and grappled with the intruder in the darkness,
demanding his name and trying to see his face. Finally he seemed to
prevail, but the figure slipped from his grasp and left him there
alone. He turned back then, seeking the fire and smitten with poignant
anxiety for the woman he loved; but the light was quenched, and the
place could not be found. After struggling for what seemed a lifetime
through mazes of darkness and terror, he awoke.
CHAPTER IX
"HER HEART WAS OTHERWHERE"
A few nights after the meeting in the woods, Leigh was hurrying along
Birdseye Avenue, like the belated White Rabbit on its way to the
Queen's croquet party. He was going to a lecture on Velasquez at the
house of one of his colleagues, Professor Littleford. The beginning of
the lecture was set for eight o'clock, and it was now past the hour,
for he had been detained in the city by the joint debate between Emmet
and Judge Swigart, put at half past five that the workingmen might have
an opportunity to attend.
The time consumed in returning to the Hall, in dining and dressing,
almost convinced him of the advisability of staying at home, but he
reflected that to do so was probably to miss a chance of seeing Miss
Wycliffe, and this was a risk he was by no means disposed to run. He
was possessed by a desire to see her again and to test the permanency
of her last mood with him, when she had demanded her gloves and left
him in despair. If she were inclined to repentance, he felt that he
would know it, even if he managed to meet her for only a moment in the
midst of the crowd. But it chanced that fate was kinder to him than he
had dared to hope.
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