The MS. in a Red BoxHamilton, John A. (John Arthur)
History
The MS. in a Red Box
Hamilton, John A. (John Arthur)
Axholme, Isle of (England) -- History -- Fiction
At last she did, and hid her blushing face against my breast. Then I
told her--what I shall not repeat. And in a great trembling, I gave
her a blundering, clumsy kiss. How long I should have talked in my
rapture, trying to hearten my love, I know not, but the sun set without
our perceiving it, until the deepening dusk made Anna exclaim about the
time. So I took the oars and rowed away from the loveliest islet in
the world. Martha stood at the door, watching for our coming, and as
we entered the house, she seized my hand and lifted it to her lips.
CHAPTER XIII
The doctor had been summoned to a conference with his chief, so I had
hope we might have a long evening to ourselves, but Anna nipped it in
the bud.
"Fortune is kind," said she. "I will give you something to eat, and
then you must away home."
"Away home? Why?" I demanded.
"Because my father will be very angry when he knows what we have done."
"The more reason I should stay with you."
"Oh, you stupid Frank! Do you think he will beat me? But, if you are
here, he will say things he will one day be sorry for--things you may
find it hard to forgive. Whereas, if I have him alone, I can coax, or
scold, or cry, as may be needed, and bring him to reason."
"Running away does not suit me," said I.
"Nor would I send you away, if you could do the least good. There is
nobody to be knocked down or thrown into the river just now; only an
elderly gentleman to be managed. And there is another at Temple
Belwood impatient to see his son. Go and do your best with him,
leaving my father to me."
In the end I consented. I called Luke to prepare things for my going,
and he had to tell me that a tract of the fen from Sandtoft, almost
direct to Belton, had been recently flooded to a depth of two to three
feet by the raising of an embankment for a drain which had been begun.
In a light boat one might cross more easily and quickly than had been
possible heretofore.
"Why not walk on the embankment?" I asked.
It seemed the bank was rough, and there would be awkwardness here and
there in the growing darkness and a rising mist. So we settled on the
boat as my conveyance. While we talked, Anna had made haste to provide
supper for me, eager to have me gone, nor would she permit me to linger
over the meal, or afterwards. I wanted to talk of our future, but she
would not.
"Have you a ninepence?" she asked. "Rustic lovers break one, do they
not?"
I broke one, and held out the halves to her.
She took one, and said, laughing, "Now we are properly plighted; what
need of more words? When you bring your token, mine will be ready."
Rosy-red she blushed, as I took her in my arms, and held her against my
quick-beating heart, and joined lip to lip. But she withdrew herself,
cut short our leave-taking, and dismissed me.
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