Mary Anne Thornycroft had remained at home in a state of mind bordering on distraction1. Look where she would, there was no comfort. Surely the death of Robert Hunter had been enough, with all its attendant dreadful circumstances, without this fresh rumour3 of his "coming again!" Like Mrs. Copp, until impressed with her friend Emma Jenkins's experiences, Miss Thornycroft had never put faith in ghosts. She was accustomed to ridicule4 those who believed in the one said to haunt the plateau; but her scepticism was shaken now.
She had paid little attention to the first reports, for she knew how prone5 the ignorant are in general, and Coastdown in particular, to spread supernatural tales. But these reports grew and magnified. Robert Hunter was dead and buried: how then reconcile that fact with this mysterious appearance said to haunt the churchyard? Her mind became shaken; and when, on the previous night, her brother Isaac imparted to her the fact that he had seen it with his own sensible, dispassionate eyes, a sickening conviction flashed over her that it was indeed Robert Hunter's spirit. And now, to confirm it, came the testimony7 of the matter-of-fact Sarah. Possibly, but for the sad manner in which her nerves had been shaken, this new view might not have been taken up.
"What does it want?" she asked herself, sitting there alone in the gloomy parlour: and certain words just spoken by Sarah recurred9 to her, as if in answer. "It may want to denounce its murderer." Stronger even than the grief and regret she felt at his untimely fate, at the abrupt10 termination of her unhappy love, was the lively dread2 of discovery, for Richard's sake. That must be guarded against, if it were possible; for what might it not bring in its train? The betrayal of the illicit11 practices the Red Court Farm had lived by; the dishonour12 of her father and his house; perhaps the trial--condemnation--execution of Richard.
Sick, trembling, half mad with these reflections, pacing the room in agony, was she, when Richard entered. Had he seen the ghost? He looked as if he had. His damp hair hung about in a black mass, and his face and lips were as ghastly as Hunter's. His sister gazed at him with surprise: the always self-possessed Richard!
"Have you come from the village?" she asked.
"From that way."
"Did you happen to turn to the churchyard?"
"Yes," was the laconic13 reply.
"You know what they say: that his spirit appears there."
"I have seen it," was Richard's unexpected answer.
Miss Thornycroft started. "Oh, Richard! When?"
"Now. I went to look, and I saw it. There's no mistake about its being Hunter, or some fool made up to personate him."
"It has taken away your colour, Richard."
Richard Thornycroft did not reply. He sat with his elbow on his knee, and his chin resting on his hand, looking into the fire. The once brave man, brave to recklessness, had been scared for the first time in his mortal life. The crime lying heavily on his soul had made a coward of him.
He said nothing of the details, but they must be supplied. Shortly after Isaac had quitted Tomlett's, Richard also left, intending to go straight home. As he struck across to the direct road--not the one by the plateau--a thought came to him to take a look at the churchyard; and he turned to it.
There was Robert Hunter. As Richard's footsteps sounded on the night air, nearing the churchyard, the head and shoulders of the haunting spirit appeared, raising themselves behind old Marley's high tombstone. Richard stood still. "There was no mistake," as he observed to his sister, "that it was Hunter." And the eyes of the two were strained, the one on the other. Suddenly the ghost came into full view and advanced, and Richard Thornycroft turned and fled. An arrant14 coward he at that moment, alone with the ghost and his own awful conscience.
Whether the apparition15 would have pursued him; whether Richard would have gathered bravery enough to turn and face it, could never be known. The doctor's boy, having been to the heath with old Connaught's physic, ran past shouting and singing; "the whistling aloud to keep his courage up," as Bloomfield (is it not?) so subtly says, was not enough now for those who had to pass the churchyard at Coastdown. The ghost vanished, and Richard strode on to the Red Court Farm.
But he did not tell of all this. Mary Anne, who had been bending her head on the arm of the sofa, suddenly rose, resolution in her face and in her low, firm tone.
"Richard, if you accompany me for protection, I will go and see this spirit. I will ask what it wants. Let us go."
"You!" he somewhat contemptuously exclaimed.
"I will steel my nerves and heart to it. I have been striving to do so for the last half hour. Better for me to hold communion with it than any one else, save you. You know why, Richard."
"Tush!" he exclaimed. "Do nothing. You'd faint by the way."
"It is necessary for the honour and safety of--of--this house," she urged, not caring to speak more pointedly16, "that no stranger should hear what it wants. I will go now. If I wait until to-morrow my courage may fail. I go, Richard, whether with you or alone. You are not afraid?"
For answer, Richard rose, and they left the room. In passing through the hall, Mary Anne threw on her woollen shawl and garden-bonnet, just as she had thrown them on the night of Hunter's murder; and they started.
Not a word was spoken by either until they reached the corner of the churchyard. The high, thickset hedge, facing them as they advanced, prevented their seeing into it, but they would soon come in front, where the shrubs17 grew low behind the iron railings. Miss Thornycroft stopped.
"You stay here, Richard. I will go on alone."
"No," he began, but she peremptorily18 interrupted him.
"I will have it so. If I am to go on with this, I will be alone. You can keep me within sight." And Richard acquiesced19, despising himself for his cowardice20, but unable to overcome it. He could not--no, he could not face the man whose life he had taken.
Mary Anne Thornycroft opened the gate and went in. In his place (he seemed to have specially21 appropriated to himself) behind old Marley's tomb, stood Robert Hunter. How she contrived22 to advance--contrived to face him and keep her senses, Mary Anne Thornycroft could never afterwards understand.
Is it of any use to go on mystifying you, my reader? Perhaps from the first you have suspected the truth. Any way, it may be better to solve the secret, for time is growing limited, as it was solved that night to Mary Anne and Richard Thornycroft. The ghost, prowling about still, was looking out for Richard, its sole object all along; but it was Robert Hunter himself and not his ghost. For Robert Hunter was not dead.
He had been in London all the while they mourned him so, as much alive as any of his mourners, quite unconscious that he was looked upon as murdered, and that the county coroner had held an inquest on his body. A week since, he had come down from London to Coastdown, had come in secret, not caring to show himself in the neighbourhood, and not daring to show himself openly to the Thornycrofts. He wanted to obtain an interview with Mary Anne; but to want it was a great deal easier than to get it, in consequence of that extravagant23 and hasty oath imposed upon him by Richard. According to its terms, he must not write to any one of the inmates24 of the Red Court Farm; he must not enter it; he must not show himself at Coastdown; and he could only hit upon the plan of coming down en cachette, keeping himself close by day, and watching for Richard at night. Not a very brilliant scheme, but he could think of no better; and, singular perhaps to say, there was no bar to his speaking to Richard if he met him; if the spirit of the oath provided against that, the letter did not; and Robert Hunter's business was urgent. So he came down to Jutpoint, walked over at night, and took up his quarters in a lonely hut that he knew of behind the churchyard, inhabited by a superannuated25 fisherman, old Parkes. The aged26 fisherman, of dim sight and failing memory, did not know his guest; he was easily bribed27 not to tell of his sojourn28; and the rumours29 of the ghost had not penetrated30 to him. In that hut Hunter lay by day, and watched from the churchyard by night, as being a likely spot to see Richard, who used often to pass and repass it on his way to and from the heath, and an unlikely one to be seen and recognised by the public. With that convenient tomb of old Marley's to shelter behind whenever footsteps approached, he did not fear. Unfortunately, it was necessary that he should look out to see whether the footsteps were not Richard's; and this looking out had brought about all the terror. His retreating place, when people had intruded31 into the churchyard, Isaac for one, was under a shelving gravestone at the back of the church, where none would think of looking. And there he had been on the watch, never dreaming that he was being mistaken for his own ghost, for he knew nothing of his supposed murder.
In little more than half-a-dozen sentences this was revealed to Mary Anne Thornycroft. It was the last night that he could stay: and he had resolved, in the fear of having to go back to London with his errand unexecuted, to accost32 any one of the Thornycroft family that might approach him, although by so doing the oath was infringed33. As their voices were borne on the night air to the ear of Richard, sufficient evidence that Hunter was a living man, a load fell from his heart. In the first blissful throb34 of the discovery, the thought that surged through him, turning darkness into light, was, "If he is alive, I am no murderer." He ran forward, gained the spot where they stood, grasped Hunter's hand and well-nigh embraced him. He, the cold, stern, undemonstrative Richard Thornycroft! he, with all his dislike of Hunter!
Do you consider well what that joy must be--relief from the supposed committed crime of murder? The awful nightmare that has been weighing us down: the sin that has been eating away our heartstrings! Some of us may have faintly experienced this in a vision during sleep.
"I do not understand it, Hunter," whispered Richard, his words taking a sobbing35 sound as they burst from his heaving breast in the intensity36 of his emotion. "It is like awaking from some hideous37 dream. If I shot you down, how is it that you are here?"
"You never shot me down. Old Parkes has been driving at some obscure tale about young Hunter being shot from the heights; but I treated it as a childish old man's fancies. Mary Anne, too, is wearing mourning for me, she says, though ostensibly put on for Lady Ellis, and came here to have speech of my ghost. I thought ghosts had gone out with the eighteenth century."
All three felt bewildered; idea after idea crowding on their minds: not one of them as yet clear or tangible38. Mary Anne could not so soon overcome the shivering sensation that, had been upon her, and caught hold of her brother's arm for support. There was much of explanation to be had yet.
"Let us go and sit down in the church porch," she said; "we shall be quiet there."
They walked round the narrow path towards it. It was on the side of the church facing the Red Court. The brother and sister placed themselves on one bench: Hunter opposite. The moonlight streamed upon them, but they were in no danger there of being observed by any chance passer-by; for the hedge skirting the ground on that side was high and thick.
"That night," began Richard, "after you had gone away, what brought you back again?"
"Back where?" asked Hunter.
"Back on the plateau. Watching the fellows from the boats."
"I was not there. I did not come back."
The assertion sounded like a false one in the teeth of recollection. Mary Anne broke the silence, her low tone rather an impatient one.
"I saw you there, Robert--I and Anna Chester. We were coming up to speak to you, and got as far as the Round Tower--"
"What was worse, I saw you," hoarsely39 broke in Richard. "After what had passed between us, and your solemn oath to me, I felt shocked at your want of faith. I was maddened by your bad feeling, your obstinate40 determination to spy upon and betray us; and I stood by that same Round Tower and shot you down."
"I do not know what you are talking of," returned. Robert Hunter. "I tell you I never came back; never for one moment I got to Jutpoint by half-past ten or a quarter to eleven, so you may judge that I stepped out well."
"Did Cyril go there with you?"
"Cyril! Of course not. He left me soon after we passed the village. He only came as far as the wherry. I have been looking for Cyril while dodging41 about in this churchyard. I'd rather have seen him than you. He would not have been violent, you know, and would have carried you my message."
"We have never seen Cyril since that night," said Miss Thornycroft.
"Not seen Cyril!" echoed Hunter. "Where is he?"
"But we are not uneasy about him," said Richard, dropping his voice. "At least, I am not. We expect he went off in the boats with the smugglers when they rowed back to the ship that night after the cargo42 was run. Indeed, we feel positive of it. My father once did the same, to the terror of my mother. I believe she had him advertised. Cyril is taking a tolerably long spell on the French coast; but I think I can account for that. He will come home now."
"Still you have not explained," resumed Hunter. "What gave rise to this report that I was shot down?"
"Report!" cried Richard, vehemently43, his new-found satisfaction beginning to fade, as sober recollection returned to him. "Somebody was shot, if you were not. We had the coroner's inquest on him, and he lies buried in this churchyard as Robert Hunter."
"But the features could not have been mine," debated Hunter.
"The face was not recognisable; but the head and hair were yours, and the dress was yours--a black dinner suit; and---- By the way," broke off Richard, "what is this mystery? This coat, which you appear now to have on, is at this moment in the stables at the Mermaid44, and has been ever since the inquest."
Does the reader notice that one word of Richard Thornycroft's--"Appear?" Appear to have on! Was he still doubting whether the man before him could be real?
"Oh, this is Dr. Macpherson's," said Hunter, with a brief laugh. "They were fellow coats, you know, Mary Anne. You did not send me my own--at least, I never received it; and one cold day, when I happened to be there, the professor surreptitiously handed me his out of a lumber45 closet, glad to get rid of it, hoping madame would think it was stolen. She could not forget the grievance46 of his having bought them. Why did not mine come with the portmanteau?"
More amazement47, more puzzle, and Richard further at sea than ever.
"When you left that night, you had your coat with you, Hunter. I saw you put it on."
"But I found it an encumbrance48. I had taken more wine than usual. I had had other things to make me hot, and I did not relish49 the prospect50 of carrying it, whether on or off, for five or six miles. So I took it off when we got to the wherry, and begged Cyril to carry it back with him, and send it with the portmanteau the following morning."
A pause of thought; it seemed they were trying to realize the sense of the words. Suddenly Mary Anne started, gasped51, and laid her face down on her brother's shoulder, with a sharp, low moan of pain. He leaned forward and, stared at Hunter, a pitiable expression of dread on his countenance52, as the moonlight fell on his ghastly face and strained-back lips.
"Cyril said, he was glad of it, and put it on, for he had come out without one, and felt cold," continued Hunter, carelessly. "He has not been exposed to all weathers, as I have. It fitted him capitally."
A cry, shrill53 and, wild as that which had broken from the dying man in his fall, now broke from Richard Thornycroft.
"Stop!" he shouted, in the desperation of anguish54; "don't you see?"
"See what?" demanded the astonished Hunter.
"That I have murdered my brother!"
Alas55! alas! As they sat gazing at each other with terror-stricken faces, you might have heard their hearts beat. Poor Richard Thornycroft! Had any awakening56 to horror been like unto his!
"Murdered your brother?" slowly repeated Hunter.
It was too true. The unfortunate Cyril Thornycroft, arrayed in Hunter's coat; had been mistaken by them for him in the starlight, and Richard had shot him dead. In returning home after parting with Hunter at the wherry, there could be no doubt that he had gone straight to the heights to see whether the work which had been planned for that night with the smugglers was being carried on, or whether the discovery made by Hunter had checked it. It was the coat, the miserable57 coat, that had deceived them. And there was the general resemblance they bore to each other, as previously58 mentioned. In height, in figure, in hair, they might have been taken for one another, and had been, even in the daylight, during Hunter's stay at Coastdown. But it was not all this that had led to the dreadful error--it was the fatal and conspicuous59 coat.
Everything had contributed to the delusion60, before life and after death. The face might have been anybody's for all the signs of recognition left in it. They wore, and only they, each a black dress dinner-suit, and Cyril, in his forgetfulness had put away his purse and watch. His money--he generally carried it so--was loose in his pockets: how were they to know that the same custom was not followed by Hunter? The white pocket-handkerchief happened to bear no mark, and his linen61 was not disturbed. Nothing was taken off him but his upper clothes, the coat and the above-said dinner-suit. It was an exceptional death, you see, not a pleasant one to handle, and they just put a shroud62 over the under clothes, and so buried him. But for that would have been seen on the shirt the full mark--"Cyril Thornycroft."
Who shall attempt to describe the silence of horror that fell on the church porch after the revelation? Richard quitted his seat and stood upright, looking out, as it seemed; and his sister's head then sought a leaning-place against the cold trellis-work.
"How was it you never wrote to me?" at length asked Robert Hunter, in a low voice. "Had you done so, this mystery would have been cleared up."
"Wrote to you?" wailed63 Richard. "Do you forget we thought you were here?" stamping his foot on the sod of the churchyard.
"I can hardly understand it yet," mused64 Robert Hunter.
Richard Thornycroft turned and touched his sister. "Let us go home, Mary Anne. We have heard enough."
Without a word of dissent65 or approval, she rose and put her arm within Richard's; her face white and rigid66 as it had been at the coroner's inquest. Hunter spoke8 then.
"But, Mary Anne--what I wanted to say to you--I have not yet said a word of it."
"I cannot talk to-night," she shuddered68. "I cannot--I cannot."
"Then--I suppose--I must stay another day," he rejoined, wondering privately69 what would be said and thought of him in London. "May I come to the Red Court to-morrow?"
"If you will," answered Richard. "No necessity for concealment70 now. I absolve72 you from your oath."
But Mary Anne saw further than either of them; saw that it would not do. Richard walked forward, but she remained, and touched Mr. Hunter on the arm.
"No, Robert, it must not be. You must still be in this neighbourhood-- for a time at any rate--as dead and buried."
"Why? Far better to let them know I have not been murdered: and set their suspicions at rest."
"That you have not, but that another has," she returned, resentfully. "Would you have them rake up the matter, and hold a second inquest, and so set them upon my unfortunate brother Richard? His punishment, as it is, will be sufficiently73 dreadful and lasting74."
"Do not speak to me in that tone of reproach," was the pained rejoinder. "You may be sure that I deeply sympathize and grieve with you all. I will continue to conceal71 myself: but how shall I see you? One more day, and business will enforce my return to London."
"I will see you here, in this place, to-morrow night."
"At what hour?"
"As soon as dusk comes on. Say seven."
"You will not fail, Mary Anne?"
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"Fail!" she repeated, vehemently. Then, in a quieter tone, as she would have walked away, "No; I will be sure to come."
Robert Hunter grasped her hand, as if to draw her towards him for a fond embrace, but Miss Thornycroft wrenched75 her hand away with a half cry, and went on to join her brother. "Good night, dear Robert," she presently called out, in a gentle voice, as if to atone76 for her abrupt movement: but oh! what a mine of anguish that voice betrayed!
In the midst of the same silence that they had come, they went back again, walking side by side in the road, but not touching77 each other. Ah! what anguish it was that lay on both of them! We never know; in great affliction we are so apt to think that we can bear nothing worse, and live. It had seemed to Richard Thornycroft and his sister, when they went down to the churchyard, that no heavier weight of misery78 could be theirs than that lying on them; it seemed now in going back, as if that had been light, compared with this.
"Richard," she whispered, in her great pity, as they passed through the entrance gates of the Red Court Farm, "he is better off; he was fit to go. You know it must be so. Cyril is in heaven with God; it seems now as if he had been living on for it."
Richard hardly heard the words. He was thinking his own thoughts. "The death must have been a painless one."
She was true to her promise. The following evening, when dark fell and before the moon was up, Robert Hunter and Miss Thornycroft sat once more in the church porch. The night was very cold, sharp, raw; but from a feeling of considerate delicacy79, which she understood and mentally thanked him for, he was without a great-coat. He rightly judged that the only one he had with him could in her eyes be nothing but an object of horror.
What a day that had been at the Red Court! Mr. Thornycroft had sat on the magisterial80 bench at Jutpoint, trying petty offenders81, unconscious that there was a greater offender82 at his own house demanding punishment. Richard Thornycroft felt inclined to proclaim the truth and deliver himself up to justice. The remorse83 which had taken possession of him was greater than he knew how to bear; and it seemed that to expiate84 his offence at the criminal bar of his country, would be more tolerable than to let it thus prey85 upon him in silence, eating away his heart and his life. Consideration for his father and sister, for their honourable86 reputation, alone withheld87 him. He and Cyril had been fond brothers. Cyril, of delicate health and gentle manners, had been, as it were, the pet of the robust88 justice and his robust elder sons. The home, so far as Richard was concerned, must be broken up: he would go abroad, the farther distant the better. But for his sister, he had started that day. Something of this she told Mr. Hunter, in an outburst of her great suffering.
"Oh, Robert! even allowing that he shall escape, what a secret it will be for me and my brother Isaac to carry through life!"
"Time will soften89 it to you. You are both innocent."
"Time will never soften it to me. My dear brother Cyril!--so loving to us all, so good!"
Her hands were before her face as if she would conceal its tribulation90 from the dark night. Robert Hunter, who had been standing91, drew her hands within his, sat down beside her on the narrow bench, and kept them there.
"Time is wearing on, Mary Anne, and I must be at Jutpoint to-night. May I say what I came down from town to say? Though it pains me to enter upon it now you are in this grief."
"What is it, Robert?"
"You have not forgotten that there was a probability of my going abroad? Well, the arrangements are now concluded, and I start in the course of a few days. I did not think of being off before the summer, but it has been settled differently."
"Yes. Well?"
"This alters my position altogether in a pecuniary92 point of view, and I shall now rest at ease, the future assured. The climate is excellent; the residence out all that can be wished for. In a week from this I ought to take my departure."
"Yes," she repeated, in the same tone of apathy93 as before. "What else? Make haste, Robert--I must begone; I am beginning to shiver. I have these shivering fits often now."
"I want you to go with me, my love," he whispered, in an accent of deep tenderness. "I came down to urge it; but now that this unfortunate affair has been made known to me, I would doubly urge it. As my wife, you will forget----"
"Be quiet, Robert!" she impetuously interrupted, "you cannot know what you are saying."
"Yes, I do; I wish you to understand I may be away for five years."
"So much the better. You and I, of all people in the world, must live apart. Was this what you had to say?"
"I thought you loved me," he rejoined, quite petrified94 at her words.
"I did love you; I do love you; if to avow95 it will do any good now. But this dreadful sorrow has placed a barrier between us."
There ensued a bitter pause. Robert Hunter was smarting with a sense of injustice96.
"Mary Anne! Surely you are not laying on me the blame of that terrible calamity97!"
"Listen, Robert," she returned. "I am not so unjust as to blame you for the actual calamity, but I cannot forget that you and I have been the cause of it."
"You!"
"Yes, I. When my father heard that I had invited you down, he came to me, and forbid me to let you come. I see now why. They did not want strangers in his house, who might see more than was expedient98. He commanded me to write and stop you. I disobeyed; I thought papa spoke but in compliance99 with a whim100 of Richard's; and I would not write. Had I obeyed him, all this would have been spared. Again, when you and I told what the supervisor101 said, that there were smugglers abroad, my father ordered us, you especially, not to interfere102. Had you observed his wishes to the letter, Cyril would have been alive now. These reflections haunt me continually; they will be mine for ever. No, Robert, you and I must live apart. If I were to marry you, I should expect Cyril to rise reproachfully before me on our wedding-day."
"Oh, Mary Anne! Believe me you see matters in a false light. If----"
"I will not discuss it," she peremptorily interrupted, "it would be of no avail, and I shudder67 while I speak. Spare me argument."
"I think you are forgetting that I have a stake in the matter as well as yourself," he quietly said, his tone proving how great the pain was. "Do you not know what, deprived of you, my future life will be? At least, I have a right to say a few words."
"Well--yes, that's true. I suppose I did forget, Robert."
"Forgive me then for reminding you that the sole and immediate103 cause of Cyril's death, is Richard. I did nothing whatever to help it on; my conscience is clear; the most prejudiced man could not charge me with it. And you? It is certainly a pity--I am speaking plainly--that you disobeyed Mr. Thornycroft in allowing me to come to the Red Court; it was very wrong; but still you did it not with any ill intention, and certainly do not merit the punishment of being condemned104 to live a lonely life."
"But Richard is my brother. See what it has brought on him."
"What he has brought upon himself," corrected Mr. Hunter. "I do not see that his being your brother throws, or should be allowed to throw any bar upon your marriage with me. You would not say so had he been a stranger."
"Where is the use of arguing?" she broke in. "I cannot bear it; I will not hear it. All is at an end between us. Do you forgive me, Robert, if I cause you pain? Nothing in the world, or out of it, shall ever induce me to become your wife."
"Is this your fixed105 determination?"
"Fixed and unalterable. Fixed as those stars above us. Fixed as Cyril's grave."
"Then it only remains106 for me to return the way I came," he gloomily said. "And the sooner I start the better."
They stood up; looking for a moment each into the other's face. There was no relenting in hers. "Fare you well, Mary Anne."
She put her hand into his, and, overcome by the dead anguish at her heart, burst into tears. He drew her to his breast. None can know what that anguish was to her, even of the parting. He held her to him and soothed107 her sobs108, now with a loving look, now with a gentle action; and then he broke into words of passionate6 entreaty109, that she would retract110 her cruel determination, and suffer him to speak to her father. But he little knew Mary Anne Thornycroft if he thought that she would yield.
"Say no more; it is quite useless. Oh, Robert, don't you see it is as bitter for me as for you?"
"No; or you would not inflict111 it."
"Strive to forget me, Robert," she murmured. "We have been very dear to each other, but you must find some one else now. Perhaps we may meet in after life--when you are a happy man with wife and children!"
He went with her to the churchyard gates, and watched her as she turned to her home. And so they parted. Robert Hunter retraced113 his steps up the churchyard, and from behind a gravestone, where he had laid them out of sight, took up his little black travelling-bag, and the rolled-up coat, the counterpart of which had proved so unlucky a coat for the Red Court Farm. He never intended to put it on again--at least in the neighbourhood of Coastdown. Then he set off to walk to Jutpoint, avoiding the road by means of a bypath, as he had set off to walk that guilty night some weeks before.
The night had clouded over, the stars disappeared, the moon was not seen. Drops of rain began to fall, threatening a heavy shower. On it came, thicker and faster; wetter and wetter got he; but it may be questioned whether he gave to it one single thought.
His reflections were buried quite as much in the past as in the present. He murmured to himself the word "RETRIBUTION." He asked how he could ever have dreamt of indulging a prospect of happiness; he almost laughed at the utter mockery of the hope. As he had blighted114 his wife's life, so had Mary Anne Thornycroft, his late and only love, now blighted his. She--poor Clara--had died of the pain; he, of sterner stuff, must carry it along with him. Amid his days of labour, through his nights of perhaps broken rest, it would, lie upon him--a well-earned recompense! No murmur112 came forth115 from his heart or lips; he simply bowed his head in acknowledgment of the justice. God was ever true. And Robert Hunter lifted his hat in the pouring rain, and raised his eyes to heaven in sad thankfulness that the pain his sin had caused was at length made clear to him.
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