Pulp Fiction, 1865 · page 369 of 399
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vr- The Master of Greylands. 349 Mr. Castlemaine came down the lane now and crossed over, I should know him unmistakably—and that night was lighter than this, almost like day, for the moon, they say, was never brighter. Then why, unless he were guilty, should Mr. Castlemaine deny that he was there? ” Glancing up at the windows with a shudder, almost fearing she might see the revenant of the Grey Monk pass them with his lamp, or some Other revenant, Madame Guise turned up Chapel Lane. At such moments, trifles serve to unstring the nerves of a timorous woman. Sounds struck on Madame Guise’s ear, and she drew back, trembling and shaking, amid the thick grove of shrubs and trees, skirting one side of the lane. “Gently, now ; gently, Bess,” cried a voice not far from her. ‘You shall go your own pace in less than five minutes, old girl. Gently now.” And to Charlotte Guise’s astonishment, she saw Commodore Teague come out of the dark turning that led to his Hutt, driving his spring cart. Its cover looked white in the starlight; Bess, the mare he thought so much of, had her best harness on. When nearly abreast of Madame Guise, the Commodore pulled up with an exclamation. ‘The devil take it! I’ve forgot to lock the shed door. Stand still old girl ; stand still, Bess.” He got down and ran back. The well trained animal stood perfectly still. In a few moments’ time he was back again, had mounted, and was driving slowly away in the direction of Newerton. ‘¢ What can be taking him abroad at this night hour?” she said to herself in wonder. But the encounter, though it had been a silent one, and on the man’s part unsuspected, had served to restore somewhat of her courage : the proximity of a human being is so re-assuring in the dark and lonely night. And with a swift step, Charlotte Guise proceeded on’ her way up Chapel Lane. (Zo be continued.) comicbooks (CO)