Winefred: A Story of the Chalk CliffsBaring-Gould, S. (Sabine)
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Winefred: A Story of the Chalk Cliffs
Baring-Gould, S. (Sabine)
English fiction
'Mother,' pleaded Winefred, drawing the excited woman back to her seat,
'do not speak to him in that fashion. Listen to the remainder of my
story.'
'You do not know what he has done,' said Mrs. Marley. 'He came here
last night, and because the guard were out, and his plans known, he
would have it that you had betrayed him, and he drove me from the
house. He lied when he said that you had called the preventive men
about him, and now God has beaten him to the ground for saying it.'
Looking again at the man on the bed, she cast at him, 'You――listen to
what follows.'
Winefred continued her story to the fall of the rock, without
interruption from her mother, who, however, at times, nervously,
sympathetically gripped her hands, and throughout with eager eyes
looked into the face of her child, trembling and breathless to hear the
sequel.
'And then?' she asked, when Winefred paused.
'Well, mother, after Jack Rattenbury left, so he has told me, he walked
along the beach, but he felt uneasy at having left me behind and alone,
partly on account of the gaugers being about, and angry at having lost
their prey, and partly because of the crumbling and fall of the rock;
so when he got with the rest of the men opposite the Chesil Bank, he
would not cross over with them, but turned back and retraced his steps
till he came to the place where the rift had been formed. But by this
time it was quite dark, for the moon was down. On reaching the chasm he
could see no lantern, nor hear a sound; he was afraid to call out lest
he should draw attention from the men who were about on the cliffs,
and were drawing together as if they had a scent. Then he went along
the beach, but saw nothing, and he did not well know what to do. He
could not ascend by the path lest he should run into the arms of the
coastguard, so he turned and went back again. He thought he heard
voices aloft, but was not sure. He did not like to go home――I mean to
Beer――without some knowledge of what had happened to me.'
'Go on.'
'Then at last the dawn came, and he returned to the cleft, and he
saw that there had been a fall of rock, not very great, yet there
certainly had been one, for the mouth of the cavern was hidden. He
clambered over the rubbish and called.'
'And you answered?'
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