The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Swanston Edition, Vol. 04Stevenson, Robert Louis
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The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Swanston Edition, Vol. 04
Stevenson, Robert Louis
English literature -- 19th century; Short stories
The tall man seemed to have disappeared. Not only did he never cross the
threshold, but he never so much as showed face at a window; or, at
least, not so far as I could see; for I dared not creep forward beyond a
certain distance in the day, since the upper floor commanded the bottoms
of the links; and at night, when I could venture farther, the lower
windows were barricaded as if to stand a siege. Sometimes I thought the
tall man must be confined to bed, for I remembered the feebleness of his
gait; and sometimes I thought he must have gone clear away, and that
Northmour and the young lady remained alone together in the pavilion.
The idea, even then, displeased me.
Whether or not this pair were man and wife, I had seen abundant reason
to doubt the friendliness of their relation. Although I could hear
nothing of what they said, and rarely so much as glean a decided
expression on the face of either, there was a distance, almost a
stiffness, in their bearing which showed them to be either unfamiliar or
at enmity. The girl walked faster when she was with Northmour than when
she was alone; and I conceived that any inclination between a man and a
woman would rather delay than accelerate the step. Moreover, she kept a
good yard free of him, and trailed her umbrella, as if it were a
barrier, on the side between them. Northmour kept sidling closer; and,
as the girl retired from his advance, their course lay at a sort of
diagonal across the beach, and would have landed them in the surf had it
been long enough continued. But when this was imminent, the girl would
unostentatiously change sides and put Northmour between her and the sea.
I watched these manoeuvres, for my part, with high enjoyment and
approval, and chuckled to myself at every move.
On the morning of the third day she walked alone for some time, and I
perceived, to my great concern, that she was more than once in tears.
You will see that my heart was already interested more than I supposed.
She had a firm yet airy motion of the body, and carried her head with
unimaginable grace; every step was a thing to look at, and she seemed in
my eyes to breathe sweetness and distinction.
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