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第136章

I HAVE only the most indistinct recollection of what happened at Hotherstone's Farm.

I remember a hearty welcome; a prodigious supper, which would have fed a whole village in the East; a delightfully clean bedroom, with nothing in it to regret but that detestable product of the folly of our forefathers--a feather-bed; a restless night, with much kindling of matches, and many lightings of one little candle; and an immense sensation of relief when the sun rose, and there was a prospect of getting up.

It had been arranged over-night with Betteredge, that I was to call for him, on our way to Cobb's Hole, as early as I liked--which, interpreted by my impatience to get possession of the letter, meant as early as I could.

Without waiting for breakfast at the Farm, I took a crust of bread in my hand, and set forth, in some doubt whether I should not surprise the excellent Betteredge in his bed.To my great relief he proved to be quite as excited about the coming event as I was.I found him ready, and waiting for me, with his stick in his hand.

`How are you this morning, Betteredge?'

`Very poorly, sir.'

`Sorry to hear it.What do you complain of?'

`I complain of a new disease, Mr.Franklin, of my own investing.I don't want to alarm you, but you're certain to catch it before the morning is out.'

`The devil I am!'

`Do you feel an uncomfortable heat at the pit of your stomach, sir?

and a nasty thumping at the top of your head? Ah! not yet? It will lay hold of at Cobb's Hole, Mr.Franklin.I call it the detective fever; and I first caught it in the company of Sergeant Cuff.'

`Aye! aye! and the cure in this instance is to open Rosanna Spearman's letter, I suppose? Come along, and let's get it.'

Early as it was, we found the fisherman's wife astir in her kitchen.

On my presentation by Betteredge, good Mrs.Yolland performed a social ceremony, strictly reserved (as I afterwards learnt) for strangers of distinction.

She put a bottle of Dutch gin and a couple of clean pipes on the table, and opened the conversation by saying, `What news from London, sir?'

Before I could find an answer to this immensely comprehensive question, an apparition advanced towards me, out of a dark corner of the kitchen.

A wan, wild, haggard girl, with remarkably beautiful hair, and with a fierce keenness in her eyes, came limping up on a crutch to the table at which I was sitting, and looked at me as if I was an object of mingled interest and horror, which it quite fascinated her to see.

`Mr.Betteredge,' she said, without taking her eyes off me, `mention his name again, if you please.'

`This gentleman's name,' answered Betteredge (with a strong emphasis on gentleman ), `is Mr.Franklin Blake.'

The girl turned her back on me, and suddenly left the room.Good Mrs.

Yolland--as I believe--made some apologies for her daughter's odd behaviour, and Betteredge (probably) translated them into polite English.I speak of this in complete uncertainty.My attention was absorbed in following the sound of the girl's crutch.Thump-thump, up the wooden stairs; thump-thump across the room above our heads; thump-thump down the stairs again--and there stood the apparition at the open door, with a letter in its hand, beckoning me out!

I left more apologies in course of delivery behind, me, and followed this strange creature--limping on before me, faster and faster--down the slope of the beach.She led me behind some boats, out of sight and hearing of the few people in the fishing-village, and then stopped, and faced me for the first time.

`Stand there,' she said, `I want to look at you.'

There was no mistaking the expression on her face.I inspired her with the strongest emotions of abhorrence and disgust.Let me not be vain enough to say that no woman had ever looked at me in this manner before.I will only venture on the more modest assertion that no woman had ever let me perceive it yet.There is a limit to the length of the inspection which a man can endure, under certain circumstances.I attempted to direct Limping Lucy's attention to some less revolting object than my face.

`I think you have got a letter to give me,' I began.`Is it the letter there, in your hand?'

`Say that again,' was the only answer I received.

I repeated the words, like a good child learning its lesson.

`No,' said the girl, speaking to herself, but keeping her eyes still mercilessly fixed on me.`I can't find out what she saw in his face.Ican't guess what she heard in his voice.' She suddenly looked away from me, and rested her head wearily on the top of her crutch.`Oh, my poor dear!' she said, in the first soft tones which had fallen from her, in my hearing.`Oh, my lost darling! what could you see in this man?' She lifted her head again fiercely, and looked at me once more.`Can you eat and drink?' she asked.

I did my best to preserve my gravity, and answered, `Yes."`Can you sleep?'

`Yes.'

`When you see a poor girl in service, do you feel no remorse?'

`Certainly not.Why should I?'

She abruptly thrust the letter (as the phrase is) into my face.

`Take it!' she exclaimed furiously.`I never set eyes on you before.

God Almighty forbid I should ever set eyes on you again.'

With those parting words she limped away from me at the top of her speed.

The one interpretation that I could put on her conduct has, no doubt, been anticipated by everybody.I could only suppose that she was mad.

Having reached that inevitable conclusion, I turned to the more interesting object of investigation which was presented to me by Rosanna Spearman's letter.The address was written as follows:--`For Franklin Blake, Esq.

To be given into his own hands (and not to be trusted to anyone else), by Lucy Yolland.'

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