World's End: A Story in Three BooksJefferies, Richard
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World's End: A Story in Three Books
Jefferies, Richard
England -- Fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction; Murder -- Fiction
This he could not do. The glimpse he had caught was obtained through
the boughs and branches of several trees and shrubs. He could not say
whether the stranger was tall or short, dark or light, or what dress he
wore; but he had a vague idea that he had a dirty, grey coat on.
This was an unfortunate remark, for the witness at that moment wore
such a coat.
He could not say whether he had a hat or a cap on, nor what colour
trousers he wore. The stranger appeared to cross the green diagonally
towards the house.
“What did witness do?”
For a moment he did nothing—it did not strike him as anything
extraordinary. That morning there had been scores of people about the
house, and numbers of strangers whom he did not know. They were
attracted by the talk about the wedding, and he thought no harm. He
went on with his work as hastily as he could, for he still hoped to
have finished in time to make a short cut across the fields, and see a
part of the marriage ceremony.
He became so excited with the wish to see the ceremony that he left
part of his work undone. As he went he had to pass the open window of
the dining-room, where “master” was sitting. He was running, and
actually passed the window without noticing anything; but before he had
got to the front door he heard a groan. He ran back, and found his
master prone on the floor of the apartment, in a pool of blood. He had
evidently fallen out of his armchair forwards—started up and fallen.
Witness, excessively frightened, lifted him up, and placed him in the
chair, and it was in so doing that his shirt-front became saturated
with the sanguinary stream, which also dyed his hands. He had on a
shirt-front and a black suit, in order to wait at table at the
wedding-breakfast. “Master” never spoke or groaned again. So soon as he
was placed in the armchair his head dropped on one side as if quite
dead, and witness then ran as fast as he could to the church, and
crossed the fields by a short cut which brought him to the
chancel-door.
The stranger, who had crossed, the narrow “green” or lawn before the
house, had entirely disappeared, and he saw nothing of him in the
house. In his haste and confusion, he did not see with what the deed
had been committed.
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