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, it was like this. I had fainted. I do not know how long I lay
insensible. I do not know whether it were a real faint or I slept――when
I came round, came to know anything――then I saw something like a star,
just a little point of light. Mother, if I had not seen that little
star, I do not think I should ever have come to my senses again, but
have gone dazed, or slept or fainted off again into endless night. But
when I saw that pinpoint――it was no more――then my mind and my life came
back again to me; and I began to think and to remember, and I knew what
had happened, and was able to consider what should be done. I guessed
that the star was just one little bit of opening left that had not been
covered. I daresay when the rock fell it was covered, but the heap sank
and let this tiny hole appear. Through it came the light and the sweet
morning air. I scrambled towards it, and then, just then, I heard him
call, and I cried in reply. He heard me, and I tore away with my hands
at the soil on one side, and he cleared away without as fast as he
could. We were like a pair of rabbits. At length an opening was made
through which I could wriggle like a worm. Look at my hands――――'
Her mother clasped her to her heart. She could not speak.
'But,' said Jane, after a long pause, 'you might have escaped without
him.'
'Yes, perhaps, but not so soon. Then Jack and I built up the entrance,
so that none might find it till such time as he could come by night
and flit all the goods away. He came on with me here.' Winefred looked
towards the bed, 'I suppose the excitement of the night has been too
much for the captain. And, O mother, it nearly killed you. You did seem
frightened and ready to fall when I came upon you at the door. Mother,
dear, I do not like the way his eyes watch us. Do let me put up a
screen.'
'He cannot hurt you now.' Then, starting up, 'But, Winefred, you have
not had anything to eat.' She looked at the clock; it had stopped. 'I
do not know the hour.'
'That I can give,' said the girl. She went into her bedroom, if so the
recess could be called under the stair, and produced the watch that had
been left by her beneath her pillow.
Her mother stared at the gold timepiece.
'How came you by that?'
'It was given to me, mother.'
'Who gave it you?' asked Jane, as she snatched the watch to her and
turned it about. There was some enamelling on the back in blue and
white.
'A gentleman gave it me. I should have told you before. Indeed, I
intended to tell you yesterday, but you were in an ill-humour, and so I
waited, and then the chance passed.'
'I have seen this watch before. I know it well,' said Jane in a muffled
voice. Again a sense of giddiness came upon her. So much had occurred,
such a rush of strange events had passed over her, such a storm of
various emotions had torn her, that she hardly knew what was happening
now, or was likely to happen next.
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