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 day was so agreeable, being calm and sunshiny, with a tranquil sea,
and yet with a healthful piquancy and vigour in the air, that, contrary
to custom, she was tempted forth a second time to walk. On this occasion
she was accompanied by Northmour, and they had been but a short while on
the beach, when I saw him take forcible possession of her hand. She
struggled, and uttered a cry that was almost a scream. I sprang to my
feet, unmindful of my strange position; but, ere I had taken a step, I
saw Northmour bareheaded and bowing very low, as if to apologise; and
dropped again at once into my ambush. A few words were interchanged; and
then, with another bow, he left the beach to return to the pavilion. He
passed not far from me, and I could see him, flushed and lowering, and
cutting savagely with his cane among the grass. It was not without
satisfaction that I recognised my own handiwork in a great cut under his
right eye, and a considerable discoloration round the socket.
For some time the girl remained where he had left her, looking out past
the islet and over the bright sea. Then with a start, as one who throws
off preoccupation and puts energy again upon its mettle, she broke into
a rapid and decisive walk. She also was much incensed by what had
passed. She had forgotten where she was. And I beheld her walk straight
into the borders of the quicksand where it is more abrupt and dangerous.
Two or three steps farther and her life would have been in serious
jeopardy, when I slid down the face of the sand-hill, which is there
precipitous, and, running half-way forward, called to her to stop.
She did so, and turned round. There was not a tremor of fear in her
behaviour, and she marched directly up to me like a queen. I was
barefoot, and clad like a common sailor, save for an Egyptian scarf
round my waist; and she probably took me at first for some one from the
fisher village, straying after bait. As for her, when I thus saw her
face to face, her eyes set steadily and imperiously upon mine, I was
filled with admiration and astonishment, and thought her even more
beautiful than I had looked to find her. Nor could I think enough of one
who, acting with so much boldness, yet preserved a maidenly air that was
both quaint and engaging; for my wife kept an old-fashioned precision of
manner through all her admirable life--an excellent thing in woman,
since it sets another value on her sweet familiarities.
"What does this mean?" she asked.
"You were walking," I told her, "directly into Graden Floe."
"You do not belong to these parts," she said again. "You speak like an
educated man."
"I believe I have right to that name," said I, "although in this
disguise."
But her woman's eye had already detected the sash.
"Oh!" she said; "your sash betrays you."
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