The Shadow of the PastYoung, F. E. Mills (Florence Ethel Mills)
Philosophy
The Shadow of the Past
Young, F. E. Mills (Florence Ethel Mills)
South African War, 1899-1902 -- Fiction; Triangles (Interpersonal relations) -- Fiction
Without a word he dropped her hand, and turned abruptly and walked
unsteadily from the hut out into the warm dusk; and as he went,
stumbling and feeling his way like a man suddenly blinded, a sound
reached his ears, the sound of a man's sneering laugh of triumph. A
wave of unrestrained passion swept over him. He stood still, hesitated,
and looked back: then, still stumbling as he walked, he hurried on into
the shadows.
CHAPTER THIRTY ONE.
What happened to him during his hurried flight from the rondavel
Matheson never knew. He was conscious only of walking, walking heavily
and unseeingly, forward into the dusk, when night abruptly overtook him
and wrapped him in a darkness more complete than anything he had ever
imagined. When again it was light he woke, with an unrefreshed feeling
and a sense of having been victimised by an ugly dream of extraordinary
vividness, to find himself lying comfortably in Herman Nel's bed in the
rondavel, with an utter absence of any knowledge of how he came there.
He could not recollect going to bed overnight.
Resting quietly on the pillow in semi-wakefulness, his drowsy thoughts
occupied themselves with speculating on what had happened. Little by
little the events of the previous evening recurred to him, but always
with that dreamlike sense of unreality that left him unable to determine
what was actual and what only imaginary. The sudden sharp pain of his
wound which, when he moved abruptly, he felt for the first time since
waking, brought bade clearly to his memory the scene of the struggle
with Holman and Honor's intervention, assuring him that this was no
dream but ugly reality. He had seen again the woman he loved; had been
unfaithful in thought to the woman who loved him; had been at
death-grips with his enemy; and now lay sick from the wound he had
sustained--more side in mind than in body, conscious chiefly of the
stupefying fact that this woman whom he loved so dearly was the wife of
the man he had sought to kill, that that fact rendered his enmity
innocuous; he could not strike at Honor through any one she loved.
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