The Mystery of the LocksHowe, E. W. (Edgar Watson)
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The Mystery of the Locks
Howe, E. W. (Edgar Watson)
City and town life -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Mystery fiction; Nebraska -- Fiction
"You have taught me such lessons in love that I have gone mad in
studying them," she continued, standing beside him again, "and there is
nothing in this world, or the world to come, that I would not give to
possess you. I relinquish my father, and my home, and my hope of heaven,
that I may be with you, if these sacrifices are necessary to pacify my
rebellion. If you have been playing upon my feelings during our
acquaintance, and were not sincere, you have captured me so completely
that I am your slave. But if you were in earnest, I shall always be glad
that I took this step, and never feel regret, no matter what comes of
it. Did you think I was made of stone, not to be moved by your appeals
to me? I am a woman, and every sentiment you have given utterance to
during our acquaintance has found response in my heart. It may be that
you did not know differently, for there is too much sentiment in the
world about women, and not enough knowledge. But I did not deserve all
the good you said about me; it made me blush to realize that much that
you have said in my praise was not true, though I loved you for what you
said. But I show my weakness now. I could not resist the temptation to
come here, and, as you have often told me, when anyone starts to travel
the wrong road, the doors and gates are all open. _Yours_ were all open
to-night, and I came here without resistance."
Dorris was too much frustrated to attempt to explain how his front gate
and door came open, which was, perhaps, the result of carelessness; but
he seemed as much alarmed as though a ghost, instead of his sweetheart,
had come in at them. Without knowing exactly what he did, he attempted
to take her wet wrap, but she stepped back from him excitedly.
"Don't touch me!" she said excitedly. "Speak to me!"
"Sit down, and take off your wet wrap," he answered, "and I will."
She unfastened a hook at her throat, and the garment fell to the floor.
Her dress had been soiled by the walk through the rain, and her hair was
dishevelled; but she never looked so handsome before as she did when she
stood in front of Dorris, radiant with excitement. But instead of
speaking to her, as he had promised, Dorris sat motionless for a long
time, looking at the floor. The girl watched him narrowly, and thought
he trembled; indeed he was agitated so much that he walked over to the
window, and stood looking out for a long time.
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