All around her, on every side, stretched desolate3 marshes4, silent save for the hoarse5 cry of a heron dapping slowly towards his crimson6 fishing pools, or for the faint forlorn whistle of a distant curlew. No other human figure was in sight, not even a human habitation; but over the trees of a lonely plantation7, skirting the marshes to the southward, the spire8 of Grayfleet Church glittered back the rays of the setting sun.
The woman, though pale and haggard, was young and beautiful; and as she watched the far-off sunset its dim ray touched her cheeks with a faint tinge9 of red. She stood like one in a dream, shading her eyes and gazing on the dusky pageant10—cloud, smoke, and mist irradiated into gloomy splendour, and assuming, as the fancy willed, strange forms of crumbling11 buildings, fiery12 streets, columns, roofs, arches, spires13, and turrets14, all duskily aflame.
It did not seem real; no more real than the city she had left behind her, than the grave from which she had risen into some dimmer and sadder life. Yet her eyes dimmed with tears as she thought of one solitary figure waiting lonely and despairing yonder, listening for a foot that came not, praying for a love cast away and lost.
Nothing seemed real; not the cloudy pageant, or the darkening sun, or the desolate earth; not the life that she had lived, or the life that she had voluntarily left behind; not the long years of a confused and broken experience, chiefly of helplessness and sorrow; nothing but the clinging, contaminating sense of some great sin and shame. As a creature half choked and drowned, just dragged living out of some watery16 ooze17, with all the foul18 moisture and the slimy filth19 clinging to her garments, this woman seemed and felt. The consciousness of a complete moral contamination, from which she had barely emerged, still remained with her, and not all the perfumes of Arabia could have cleansed20 it away.
She had been wandering in that dreary21 district for days, sleeping at night in lonely farmhouses22 and squalid inns, and ever creeping out in the early dawn to follow some aimless pilgrimage she scarcely knew whither. Yet all that afternoon she had been hanging around Grayfleet, looking in vain for some face that she might know and remember. She had stood gazing sadly at the little row of white-washed cottages where Mark and Luke Peartree once had dwelt; but strange folk now lived there, and the name of Peartree was quite forgotten. She had looked at the shining river, and she had seen, in a dream, the boat rowing in with its maimed and broken burden, while Uncle Luke stood in the bow wringing23 his hands. She had wandered into the old churchyard and looked in upon the very tombs where a troop of merry girls were playing, one happy Sabbath, so many years ago. Ah, that sweet, that far-off, half-forgotten life—was it all a dream too?
Tramps and wanderers of all kinds were common in those parts, and few had paid any attention to the pale worn woman, plainly and poorly clad, who haunted the old village that afternoon. Now and then she had received a country greeting, and quietly replied. She had entered the Ferry Inn, and bought some bread and cheese, and while making her poor meal she had tried to question the landlord, a rough waterside character, about people she remembered. But he was a stranger where all seemed strangers. Then her feet had strayed again to the old churchyard, and this time she had strolled through the gate and searched among the graves. But she found no headstone or memorial to show her where Mark Peartree was lying, or where slept the kindly24 dame25 who had followed him so soon.
So the day passed, and in the afternoon she had come out again upon the lonely marshes, where she now stood watching the smoky sun.
Ah, yes, it must all have been a dream. Wandering out of the great city, fearful of pursuit, with no definite aim or hopes save that of forgetting and of being forgot, she had strayed half unconsciously towards the old landmarks—towards the only spot in the world where she had known a happy and peaceful time. What impulse had brought her thither26 she could scarcely divine; it was an instinct that sometimes brings the bird to its deserted27 nest, the hare to its long-abandoned form. She herself quite knew that it was hopeless. She knew that the little household at Grayfleet had been desolate for years; and that the only surviving member of it, if indeed he still survived, was Luke Peartree, after whose whereabouts unavailing inquiries28 had been made again and again. After Madeline Hazelmere was sent to France she had heard nothing of her uncle; then her great trouble had come, and in its shadow, while it lasted, all else was forgotten; but once more, after her return to England, she had tried to discover poor Uncle Luke’s whereabouts—always in vain.
Turning her back at last on the sullen29 sunset, the woman wandered slowly along the narrow road which wound and wound for miles and miles, seaward, through the marshes. In the near distance on her right hand moved great sails, tall masts, smoking funnels30, going and coming with a strange silentness; for the river was there, sunk so low down in its muddy bed that the traffic moving upon it had this curious appearance, as of ghostly objects moving to and fro, in silhouette31, upon the solid earth.
She walked on and on still as if in a dream, and still with the sense of a suffocating32 taint33. The sun sank into the sombre cloud of the distant city; darkness descended34 upon and rose from the marshes, save where here and there a roadside pool flashed duskily; and still she walked on.
The moon rose large and yellow out of the far-off sea, and the air became full of a visible and delicate dimness. So dense35 was the stillness, so sad the darkening prospect36 all around, that now, more than ever, the woman seemed walking in a dead world, a world of weariful dreams.
At last she reached another village, lying close down by the riverside. It was a small place, strongly saturated37 with brackish38 moisture, and much frequented by forlorn seagulls of a ragged15 species, too lazy and disreputable to earn a decent living out at sea. Here, in a peasant woman’s house, she procured39 a bed, or rather a ‘shake-down’ before the kitchen fire. The woman, a childless widow, stolid40 with ill fortune, dazed with a life of wretchedness, asked no questions, and seemed to note little difference between this delicate-skinned white-handed wanderer and tramps of the common sort.
Early next morning she was away again, in broken aimless flight.
But it was at last evident that the physical frame of this woman was unable to bear the strain put upon it by her impatient and apparently41 indomitable spirit. Her walk was weary and unsure, and very often she paused to rest; her breath came and went heavily; and in a word, her trembling frame and aching limbs betokened42 that her strength was failing fast.
About midday a country fellow, driving a light farm cart, passed her, looked back, paused, drove on again, paused once more, and finally waited till she came up; then, after looking at her curiously43 from head to foot, accosted44 her as follows:—
‘Missis! Be you a-going to Seachester?’
She did not know the name, but scarcely knowing what she did she answered in the affirmative.
‘Ah!—Do you know, missis, how far it be?’
She shook her head.
‘From London, I s’pose?’
She did not answer, and he continued:—
‘Well, it be seven miles, missis, to Seachester, and sure enough you seem dead beat. Telee what, missis! I’ll give you a lift along.’
Weary and overpowered, she accepted his offer, and with his assistance she climbed into they cart. They jogged along slowly, for the roads were heavy and clogged45 with mud. From time to time the man looked at her, surveying her quietly from head to foot, noting with no little surprise her delicate form, her small hands, her beautiful face. More than once he seemed about to question her, but refrained. To avoid meeting his inquisitive46 gaze, she closed her eyes, and presently, through sheer fatigue47, she fell into a heavy doze48.
She was wakened by a hoarse voice in her ear:—
‘Now, then, missis, here we be!’
She stirred, opened her eyes, and saw that they were standing49 near to a very small village, not far from a great water, the river or the sea. Shivering, and dazed, she alighted from the cart, and taking out a small purse offered the man a piece of silver.
‘Noa, keep your money, missis,’ he said, with a stern shake of his head. ‘Look, now, this be Seachester, and up there be the house where you’re a-going.’
He pointed50 as he spoke51 to a small cottage, like a lodge52, standing surrounded by trees, at the gate of a kind of avenue.
‘The house?’ she echoed. ‘Do you mean where they will give me a night’s lodging53?’
He looked at her with a curious expression, indicative of rural suspicion.
‘You’re like the rest on ’em, missis! You know well enough where you’re a-coming, but you won’t let on to know. Never mind, you ain’t the fust by many as has had a lift in my old cart. There, go up right through that gate, missis, and they’ll give you a night’s lodgings54, never fear!’
So saying, with a grim nod, the countryman drove away, leaving the woman perplexed55 and even alarmed.
What could he mean? Could he have any suspicion that she was a fugitive56? She was too dazed and weak quite ta understand, or even heed57 his mysterious allusions58. A sickening weight was on her heart, and though her hands and feet were stony59 cold, her frame was on fire. She stood tottering60, as if about to faint.
It was again afternoon, and the red sunlight fell on the little lodge and on the long avenue beyond, overshadowed with sere61 and yellow trees. The place seemed still and peaceful. She crept nearer, and presently stood with her face against the iron gate, looking in.
As she stood thus, there came on her ear the sound of female voices; and she saw approaching down the avenue, a troop of about thirty women walking in couples, talking and laughing as they came along. They were plainly dressed, for the most part in plain stuff dresses and dark shawls, and each wore a tight-fitting bonnet62 of the same description. On they came, chattering63 like children. Most of them, even in their not too becoming costume, showed the signs of personal comeliness64, and a few were really pretty.
Suddenly they turned into a side path and disappeared. The sound of their voices died quietly away among the trees.
Trembling and wondering, the woman opened the iron gate and approached the door of the lodge. She knocked feebly, but in a moment the door was opened, and a goodlooking country dame, very clean and bright, stood on the threshold.
‘Can I—can I—’—the wanderer began feebly, but breath failed her, and she stood trembling.
‘Come in, my dear,’ said the woman compassionately65, leading her to a chair in a cosy66 little kitchen. ‘Come in, and welcome. Lord, how pale you be! Have you come far?’
‘Yes. I want——’
‘Never mind about that, now—wait till I get thee a nice drink of warm milk, and then you can go on the Home.’
But even as she spoke the wanderer fainted away.
The good dame uttered an exclamation67.
‘Poor dear, she’s fainted. How wet and draggled she be! Why, she must have tramped it all the way. Here, Johnnie—Johnnie!’
A flaxen-haired boy of about twelve appeared on the threshold.
‘Run up to the house, quick, and ask Sister Ursula, with mother’s compliments, to step down here at once. Poor unfortunate,’ she continued, chafing68 the woman’s fingers, ‘what pretty white hands she has! She looks like a lady born!’
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foul
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prospect
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procured
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fatigue
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spoke
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lodge
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