And let us hope that in the development of those incidents we shall be
enabled to rescue the beautiful Flora Bannerworth from the despairing
gloom that is around her. Let us hope and even anticipate that we
shall see her smile again; that the roseate hue of health will again
revisit her cheeks, the light buoyancy of her step return, and that as
before she may be the joy of all around her, dispensing and receiving
happiness.
And, he too, that gallant fearless lover, he whom no chance of time
or tide could sever from the object of his fond affections, he who
listened to nothing but the dictates of his heart’s best feelings,
let us indulge a hope that he will have a bright reward, and that the
sunshine of a permanent felicity will only seem the brighter for the
shadows that for a time have obscured its glory.
CHAPTER XXXIII.
THE STRANGE INTERVIEW.—THE CHASE THROUGH THE HALL.
It was with the most melancholy aspect that anything human could well
bear, that Sir Francis Varney took his lonely walk, although perhaps
in saying so much, probably we are instituting a comparison which
circumstances scarcely empower us to do; for who shall say that that
singular man, around whom a very atmosphere of mystery seemed to be
perpetually increasing, was human?
Averse as we are to believe in the supernatural, or even to invest
humanity with any preternatural powers, the more than singular facts
and circumstances surrounding the existence and the acts of that man
bring to the mind a kind of shuddering conviction, that if he be
indeed really mortal he still must possess some powers beyond ordinary
mortality, and be walking the earth for some unhallowed purposes,
such as ordinary men with the ordinary attributes of human nature can
scarcely guess at.
Silently and alone he took his way through that beautiful tract of
country, comprehending such picturesque charms of hill and dale which
lay between his home and Bannerworth Hall. He was evidently intent upon
reaching the latter place by the shortest possible route, and in the
darkness of that night, for the moon had not yet risen, he showed no
slight acquaintance with the intricacies of that locality, that he was
at all enabled to pursue so undeviatingly a tract as that which he took.
He muttered frequently to himself low, indistinct words as he went,
and chiefly did they seem to have reference to that strange interview
he had so recently had with one who, from some combination of
circumstances scarcely to be guessed at, evidently exercised a powerful
control over him, and was enabled to make a demand upon his pecuniary
resources of rather startling magnitude.
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