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  Atlast,moredisappointedthanhecaredtoown,hesaid,’Mrs。

  Harnham,mydarlingissoflurriedthatshedoesn’tknowwhatsheisdoingorsaying。Iseethatafterthiseventalittlequietudewillbenecessarybeforeshegivestonguetothattenderphilosophywhichsheusedtotreatmetoinherletters。’

  TheyhadplannedtostartearlythatafternoonforKnollsea,tospendthefewopeningdaysoftheirmarriedlifethere,andasthehourfordeparturewasdrawingnearRayeaskedhiswifeifshewouldgotothewriting-deskinthenextroomandscribblealittlenotetohissister,whohadbeenunabletoattendthroughindisposition,informingherthattheceremonywasover,thankingherforherlittlepresent,andhopingtoknowherwellnowthatshewasthewriter’ssisteraswellasCharles’s。

  ’Sayitintheprettypoeticalwayyouknowsowellhowtoadopt,’headded,’forIwantyouparticularlytowinher,andbothofyoutobedearfriends。’

  Annalookeduneasy,butdepartedtohertask,Rayeremainingtotalktotheirguest。Annawasalongwhileabsent,andherhusbandsuddenlyroseandwenttoher。

  Hefoundherstillbendingoverthewriting-table,withtearsbrimmingupinhereyes;andhelookeddownuponthesheetofnote-

  paperwithsomeinterest,todiscoverwithwhattactshehadexpressedhergood-willinthedelicatecircumstances。Tohissurpriseshehadprogressedbutafewlines,inthecharactersandspellingofachildofeight,andwiththeideasofagoose。

  ’Anna,’hesaid,staring;’what’sthis?’

  ’Itonlymeans——thatIcan’tdoitanybetter!’sheanswered,throughhertears。

  ’Eh?Nonsense!’

  ’Ican’t!’sheinsisted,withmiserable,sobbinghardihood。’I——I——

  didn’twritethoseletters,Charles!IonlytoldHERwhattowrite!

  Andnotalwaysthat!ButIamlearning,Osofast,mydear,dearhusband!Andyou’llforgiveme,won’tyou,fornottellingyoubefore?’Sheslidtoherknees,abjectlyclaspedhiswaistandlaidherfaceagainsthim。

  Hestoodafewmoments,raisedher,abruptlyturned,andshutthedooruponher,rejoiningEdithinthedrawing-room。Shesawthatsomethinguntowardhadbeendiscovered,andtheireyesremainedfixedoneachother。

  ’DoIguessrightly?’heasked,withwanquietude。’YOUwereherscribethroughallthis?’

  ’Itwasnecessary,’saidEdith。

  ’Didshedictateeverywordyoueverwrotetome?’

  ’Noteveryword。’

  ’Infact,verylittle?’

  ’Verylittle。’

  ’Youwroteagreatpartofthosepageseveryweekfromyourownconceptions,thoughinhername!’

  ’Yes。’

  ’Perhapsyouwrotemanyoftheletterswhenyouwerealone,withoutcommunicationwithher?’

  ’Idid。’

  Heturnedtothebookcase,andleantwithhishandoverhisface;andEdith,seeinghisdistress,becamewhiteasasheet。

  ’Youhavedeceivedme——ruinedme!’hemurmured。

  ’O,don’tsayit!’shecriedinheranguish,jumpingupandputtingherhandonhisshoulder。’Ican’tbearthat!’

  ’Delightingmedeceptively!Whydidyoudoit——WHYdidyou!’

  ’Ibegandoingitinkindnesstoher!HowcouldIdootherwisethantrytosavesuchasimplegirlfrommisery?ButIadmitthatI

  continueditforpleasuretomyself。’

  Rayelookedup。’Whydiditgiveyoupleasure?’heasked。

  ’Imustnottell,’saidshe。

  Hecontinuedtoregardher,andsawthatherlipssuddenlybegantoquiverunderhisscrutiny,andhereyestofillanddroop。Shestartedaside,andsaidthatshemustgotothestationtocatchthereturntrain:couldacabbecalledimmediately?

  ButRayewentuptoher,andtookherunresistinghand。’Well,tothinkofsuchathingasthis!’hesaid。’Why,youandIarefriends——lovers——devotedlovers——bycorrespondence!’

  ’Yes;Isuppose。’

  ’More。’

  ’More?’

  ’Plainlymore。Itisnouseblinkingthat。LegallyIhavemarriedher——Godhelpusboth!——insoulandspiritIhavemarriedyou,andnootherwomanintheworld!’

  ’Hush!’

  ’ButIwillnothush!Whyshouldyoutrytodisguisethefulltruth,whenyouhavealreadyownedhalfofit?Yes,itisbetweenyouandmethatthebondis——notbetweenmeandher!NowI’llsaynomore。

  But,Omycruelone,IthinkIhaveoneclaimuponyou!’

  Shedidnotsaywhat,andhedrewhertowardshim,andbentoverher。

  ’Ifitwasallpureinventioninthoseletters,’hesaidemphatically,’givemeyourcheekonly。Ifyoumeantwhatyousaid,letitbelips。Itisforthefirstandlasttime,remember!’

  Sheputuphermouth,andhekissedherlong。’Youforgiveme?’shesaidcrying。

  ’Yes。’

  ’Butyouareruined!’

  ’Whatmatter!’hesaidshrugginghisshoulders。’Itservesmeright!’

  Shewithdrew,wipedhereyes,enteredandbadegood-byetoAnna,whohadnotexpectedhertogososoon,andwasstillwrestlingwiththeletter。RayefollowedEdithdownstairs,andinthreeminutesshewasinahansomdrivingtotheWaterloostation。

  Hewentbacktohiswife。’Nevermindtheletter,Anna,to-day,’hesaidgently。’Putonyourthings。We,too,mustbeoffshortly。’

  Thesimplegirl,upheldbythesensethatshewasindeedmarried,showedherdelightatfindingthathewasaskindaseverafterthedisclosure。Shedidnotknowthatbeforehiseyeshebeheldasitwereagalley,inwhichhe,thefastidiousurban,waschainedtoworkfortheremainderofhislife,withher,theunletteredpeasant,chainedtohisside。

  EdithtravelledbacktoMelchesterthatdaywithafacethatshowedtheverystuporofgrief;herlipsstilltinglingfromthedesperatepressureofhiskiss。Theendofherimpassioneddreamhadcome。

  WhenatduskshereachedtheMelchesterstationherhusbandwastheretomeether,butinhisperfunctorinessandherpreoccupationtheydidnotseeeachother,andshewentoutofthestationalone。

  Shewalkedmechanicallyhomewardswithoutcallingafly。Entering,shecouldnotbearthesilenceofthehouse,andwentupinthedarktowhereAnnahadslept,wheresheremainedthinkingawhile。Shethenreturnedtothedrawing-room,andnotknowingwhatshedid,croucheddownuponthefloor。

  ’Ihaveruinedhim!’shekeptrepeating。’Ihaveruinedhim;becauseIwouldnotdealtreacherouslytowardsher!’

  Inthecourseofhalfanhourafigureopenedthedooroftheapartment。

  ’Ah——who’sthat?’shesaid,startingup,foritwasdark。

  ’Yourhusband——whoshoulditbe?’saidtheworthymerchant。

  ’Ah——myhusband!——IforgotIhadahusband!’shewhisperedtoherself。

  ’Imissedyouatthestation,’hecontinued。’DidyouseeAnnasafelytiedup?Ihopeso,for’twastime。’

  ’Yes——Annaismarried。’

  SimultaneouslywithEdith’sjourneyhomeAnnaandherhusbandweresittingattheoppositewindowsofasecond-classcarriagewhichspedalongtoKnollsea。Inhishandwasapocket-bookfullofcreasedsheetscloselywrittenover。Unfoldingthemoneafteranotherhereadtheminsilence,andsighed。

  ’Whatareyoudoing,dearCharles?’shesaidtimidlyfromtheotherwindow,anddrewnearertohimasifhewereagod。

  ’Readingoverallthosesweetletterstomesigned“Anna,“’herepliedwithdrearyresignation。

  Autumn1891。

  TOPLEASEHISWIFE

  TheinteriorofSt。James’sChurch,inHavenpoolTown,wasslowlydarkeningundertheclosecloudsofawinterafternoon。ItwasSunday:servicehadjustended,thefaceoftheparsoninthepulpitwasburiedinhishands,andthecongregation,withacheerfulsighofrelease,wererisingfromtheirkneestodepart。

  Forthemomentthestillnesswassocompletethatthesurgingoftheseacouldbeheardoutsidetheharbour-bar。Thenitwasbrokenbythefootstepsoftheclerkgoingtowardsthewestdoortoopenitintheusualmannerfortheexitoftheassembly。Before,however,hehadreachedthedoorway,thelatchwasliftedfromwithout,andthedarkfigureofamaninasailor’sgarbappearedagainstthelight。

  Theclerksteppedaside,thesailorclosedthedoorgentlybehindhim,andadvancedupthenavetillhestoodatthechancel-step。Theparsonlookedupfromtheprivatelittleprayerwhich,aftersomanyfortheparish,hequitefairlytookforhimself;rosetohisfeet,andstaredattheintruder。

  ’Ibegyourpardon,sir,’saidthesailor,addressingtheministerinavoicedistinctlyaudibletoallthecongregation。’Ihavecomeheretoofferthanksformynarrowescapefromshipwreck。Iamgiventounderstandthatitisaproperthingtodo,ifyouhavenoobjection?’

  Theparson,afteramoment’spause,saidhesitatingly,’Ihavenoobjection;certainly。Itisusualtomentionanysuchwishbeforeservice,sothattheproperwordsmaybeusedintheGeneralThanksgiving。But,ifyouwish,wecanreadfromtheformforuseafterastormatsea。’

  ’Ay,sure;Iain’tparticular,’saidthesailor。

  Theclerkthereupondirectedthesailortothepageintheprayer-

  bookwherethecollectofthanksgivingwouldbefound,andtherectorbeganreadingit,thesailorkneelingwherehestood,andrepeatingitafterhimwordbywordinadistinctvoice。Thepeople,whohadremainedagapeandmotionlessattheproceeding,mechanicallykneltdownlikewise;buttheycontinuedtoregardtheisolatedformofthesailorwho,intheprecisemiddleofthechancel-step,remainedfixedonhisknees,facingtheeast,hishatbesidehim,hishandsjoined,andhequiteunconsciousofhisappearanceintheirregard。

  Whenhisthanksgivinghadcometoanendherose;thepeoplerosealso,andallwentoutofchurchtogether。Assoonasthesailoremerged,sothattheremainingdaylightfelluponhisface,oldinhabitantsbegantorecognizehimasnootherthanShadrachJolliffe,ayoungmanwhohadnotbeenseenatHavenpoolforseveralyears。Asonofthetown,hisparentshaddiedwhenhewasquiteyoung,onwhichaccounthehadearlygonetosea,intheNewfoundlandtrade。

  Hetalkedwiththisandthattownsmanashewalked,informingthemthat,sinceleavinghisnativeplaceyearsbefore,hehadbecomecaptainandownerofasmallcoasting-ketch,whichhadprovidentiallybeensavedfromthegaleaswellashimself。Presentlyhedrewneartotwogirlswhoweregoingoutofthechurchyardinfrontofhim;

  theyhadbeensittinginthenaveathisentry,andhadwatchedhisdoingswithdeepinterest,afterwardsdiscussinghimastheymovedoutofchurchtogether。Onewasaslightandgentlecreature,theotheratall,large-framed,deliberativegirl。CaptainJollifferegardedtheloosecurlsoftheirhair,theirbacksandshoulders,downtotheirheels,forsometime。

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