For a single instant Bernardine felt her terror mastering her; it was certainly not an idle fear conjured1 up by her own excited brain.
The clock from an adjacent tower struck the hour of midnight as she stood there by the brookside, peering, with beating heart, among the dense2 shadow of the trees.
She gazed with dilated3 eyes. Surely it was her fancy. One of the shadows, which she had supposed to be a stunted4 tree, moved, crept nearer and nearer, until it took the form of a man moving stealthily toward her.
Bernardine's first impulse was to turn and fly; but her limbs seemed powerless to move.
Yes, it was a man. She saw that he was moving more quickly forward now, and in a moment of time he had reached her side, and halted directly before her.
"Ah!" he cried in a voice that had a very Frenchy accent. "I am delighted to see you, my dear lady. Fate has certainly favored me, or, perhaps, my note reached you and you are come in search of me. Very kind—very considerate. They are having a fine time up at the mansion5 yonder in your honor, of course. Knowing your penchant6 for lights, music, laughter, and admiration7, I confess I am very much surprised to see that you have stolen a few minutes to devote to—me."
Bernardine realized at once that this stranger mistook her for some one else—some one who had expected to see him. She tried to wrench8 herself free from the steel-like grasp of his fingers, that had closed like a vise about her slender wrist; but not a muscle responded to her will, nor could she find voice to utter a single sound.
"Let us come to an understanding, my dear Mrs. Gardiner. I do not like this new move on your part."
It was then, and not till then, that Bernardine found her voice.
"I am not Mrs. Gardiner!" she exclaimed, struggling to free herself from the man's detaining hold on her arm.
The effect of her words was like an electric shock to the man. He reeled back as though he had been suddenly shot.
"You—are—not—young Mrs. Gardiner?" he gasped9, his teeth fairly chattering10. "Then, by Heaven! you are a spy, sent here by her to incriminate me, to be a witness against me! It was a clever scheme, but she shall see that it will fail signally."
"I am no spy!" replied Bernardine, indignantly, "No one sent me here, least of all, young Mrs. Gardiner!"
"I do not believe you!" retorted the man, bluntly. "At any rate, you know too much of this affair to suit me. You must come along with me."
"You are mad!" cried Bernardine, haughtily11. "I have, as you say, unwittingly stumbled across some secret in the life of yourself and one who has won the love of a man any woman would have been proud to have called—husband!"
"So you are in love with the handsome, lordly Jay, eh?" sneered12 her companion. "It's a pity you had not captured the washing millionaire, instead of pretty, bewitching, coquettish Sally," he went on, with a fit of harsh laughter.
"Sir, unhand me and let me go!" cried Bernardine. "Your words are an insult! Leave me at once, or I shall cry out for help!"
"I believe you would be fool-hardy enough to attempt it," responded her companion; "but I intend to nip any such design in the bud. You must come along with me, I say. If you are wise, you will come along peaceably. Attempt to make an outcry, and—well, I never yet felled a woman, but there's always the first time. You invite the blow by going contrary to my commands. My carriage is in waiting, fortunately, just outside the thicket13 yonder."
Bernardine saw that the man she had to deal with was no ordinary person. He meant every word that he said. She tried to cry out to Heaven to help her in this, her hour of need, but her white lips could form no word.
Suddenly she felt herself lifted in a pair of strong arms, a hand fell swiftly over her mouth, and she knew no more. Sky, trees, the dark, handsome, swarthy face above her and the earth beneath her seemed to rock and reel.
Carrying his burden swiftly along a path almost covered by tangled14 underbrush, the man struck at length into a little clearing at one side of the main road. Here, as he had said, a horse and buggy were in waiting.
A lighted lantern was in the bottom of the vehicle. He swung this into the unconscious girl's face as he thrust her upon the seat. He had expected to see one of the servants of the mansion—a seamstress, or one of the maids, perhaps—but he was totally unprepared for the vision of girlish loveliness that met his gaze.
While he had gazed with fascinated eyes at the faultlessly beautiful face of Bernardine, his heart had gone from him in one great, mad throb15 of passionate16 love.
"This lovely bird has walked directly into my drag-net," he muttered. "Why should she not be mine, whether she loves or hates me?"
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用魔术变出( conjure的过去式和过去分词 ); 祈求,恳求; 变戏法; (变魔术般地) 使…出现 | |
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a.密集的,稠密的,浓密的;密度大的 | |
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adj.加宽的,扩大的v.(使某物)扩大,膨胀,张大( dilate的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
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adj.矮小的;发育迟缓的 | |
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n.大厦,大楼;宅第 | |
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n.爱好,嗜好;(强烈的)倾向 | |
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n.钦佩,赞美,羡慕 | |
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v.猛拧;挣脱;使扭伤;n.扳手;痛苦,难受 | |
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v.喘气( gasp的过去式和过去分词 );喘息;倒抽气;很想要 | |
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n. (机器振动发出的)咔嗒声,(鸟等)鸣,啁啾 adj. 喋喋不休的,啾啾声的 动词chatter的现在分词形式 | |
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adj. 纠缠的,紊乱的 动词tangle的过去式和过去分词 | |
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adj.热情的,热烈的,激昂的,易动情的,易怒的,性情暴躁的 | |
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