North and South eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 692 pages of information about North and South.

North and South eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 692 pages of information about North and South.
the poachers over the garden-fence, their quick tramp across the dewy moonlit lawn, their disappearance in the black still shadow beyond.  The wild adventurous freedom of their life had taken her fancy; she felt inclined to wish them success; she had no fear of them.  But to-night she was afraid, she knew not why.  She heard Charlotte shutting the windows, and fastening up for the night, unconscious that any one had gone out into the garden.  A small branch—­it might be of rotten wood, or it might be broken by force—­came heavily down in the nearest part of the forest, Margaret ran, swift as Camilla, down to the window, and rapped at it with a hurried tremulousness which startled Charlotte within.

‘Let me in!  Let me in!  It is only me, Charlotte!’ Her heart did not still its fluttering till she was safe in the drawing-room, with the windows fastened and bolted, and the familiar walls hemming her round, and shutting her in.  She had sate down upon a packing case; cheerless, Chill was the dreary and dismantled room—­no fire nor other light, but Charlotte’s long unsnuffed candle.  Charlotte looked at Margaret with surprise; and Margaret, feeling it rather than seeing it, rose up.

‘I was afraid you were shutting me out altogether, Charlotte,’ said she, half-smiling.  ’And then you would never have heard me in the kitchen, and the doors into the lane and churchyard are locked long ago.’

’Oh, miss, I should have been sure to have missed you soon.  The men would have wanted you to tell them how to go on.  And I have put tea in master’s study, as being the most comfortable room, so to speak.’

’Thank you, Charlotte.  You are a kind girl.  I shall be sorry to leave you.  You must try and write to me, if I can ever give you any little help or good advice.  I shall always be glad to get a letter from Helstone, you know.  I shall be sure and send you my address when.  I know it.’

The study was all ready for tea.  There was a good blazing fire, and unlighted candles on the table.  Margaret sat down on the rug, partly to warm herself, for the dampness of the evening hung about her dress, and overfatigue had made her chilly.  She kept herself balanced by clasping her hands together round her knees; her head dropped a little towards her chest; the attitude was one of despondency, whatever her frame of mind might be.  But when she heard her father’s step on the gravel outside, she started up, and hastily shaking her heavy black hair back, and wiping a few tears away that had come on her cheeks she knew not how, she went out to open the door for him.  He showed far more depression than she did.  She could hardly get him to talk, although she tried to speak on subjects that would interest him, at the cost of an effort every time which she thought would be her last.

‘Have you been a very long walk to-day?’ asked she, on seeing his refusal to touch food of any kind.

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