The Yellow Flag: A Novel. Volume 1 (of 3) — John Shaqi
The Yellow Flag: A Novel. Volume 1 (of 3)Yates, Edmund
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The Yellow Flag: A Novel. Volume 1 (of 3)
Yates, Edmund
Fiction
The newly-arrived tenant of the second floor, whom these worthies in
the kitchen were thus discussing, was walking up and down her room in
much the same manner as she had paced the platform at Lymington or the
Prado at Marseilles. It was very lucky that the occupant of the
drawing-room---a gentleman who taught noblemen and senators the art of
declamation--had not on that evening one of his usual classes, in
which budding orators were accustomed to deliver Mark Antony's speech
over the sofa-pillow transformed for the nonce into the dead body of
Caesar, and where, to encourage his pupils, the professor would set
forth that his name was Norval, and proceed to bewail the bucolic
disposition of his parent, or the grinding sound of the heels above
would have sadly interfered with the lesson. It was well that Pauline
was not interrupted; for the demon of rage and jealousy was at work
within her. The burning shame consequent on the belief that she had
been deceived and made a fool of nearly maddened her; and as every
phase of the deceit to which she now imagined she had fallen so ready
a victim rose before her mind, she clasped her arms above her head and
groaned aloud.
"To think," she cried, "that I, who had known him so long and so
intimately--I, who had been his companion in his plottings and
intrigues, who had sat by, night after night and day after day,
watching the patience and skill with which he prepared the pitfalls
for others,--that I should be so blind, so weak, so besotted, as to
fall into them myself! Lies from the first, and lie upon lie! A lie to
the man Calverley, whose agent he pretended he would be; a lie to the
old man Claxton, who obtained the place for him, and sent him the
money by the pale-faced woman; then a lie to me,--a cleverer kind of
lie, a lie involving some tracasserie, for I am not one to be deceived
in the ordinary manner. To me he admitted he intended playing false
with the others; and now I am reckoned among those whom he has
hoodwinked and befooled!
"The notion that came across me at that place! It must be true! He
never meant to come there; he sent me on a fool's errand, and he would
never be within miles of the spot. The whole thing was a trick, a
well-planned trick, from the first; well-planned, and so plausible
too! The flight to Weymouth, then to Guernsey; hours of departure of
trains and steamer all noted and arranged. What a cunning rogue! What
a long-headed plausible rascal! And the money, the two thousand pounds
--many would be deceived by that. He thought I would argue that if he
had intended to leave me, he never would have handed over to me those
bank-notes.
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