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'Well, how real, how real! he exclaimed, brushing his hand across his eyes. 'What is? said Knight. 'That dream. I fell asleep for a few minutes, and have had a dream the most vivid I ever remember. He wearily looked out into the gloom. They were now drawing near to Camelton.
Stephen had said that he should come by way of Bristol, and thence by a steamer to Castle Boterel, in order to avoid the long journey over the hills from St. Launce's. He did not know of the extension of the railway to Camelton. During the afternoon a thought occurred to Elfride, that from any cliff along the shore it would be possible to see the steamer some hours before its arrival.
Close at their heels came another man, without over-coat or umbrella, and with a parcel under his arm. 'A wet evening, he said to the two friends, and passed by them. They stood in the outer penthouse, but the man went in to the fire. The smith ceased his blowing, and began talking to the man who had entered. 'I have walked all the way from Camelton, said the latter.
At Plymouth Smith partook of a little refreshment, and then went round to the side from which the train started for Camelton, the new station near Castle Boterel and Endelstow. Knight was already there. Stephen walked up and stood beside him without speaking. Two men at this moment crept out from among the wheels of the waiting train. 'The carriage is light enough, said one in a grim tone.
And in brushing between us she chilled me so with cold that I exclaimed, "The life is gone out of me!" and, in the way of dreams, I awoke. But here we are at Camelton. They were slowly entering the station. 'What are you going to do? said Knight. 'Do you really intend to call on the Swancourts? 'By no means. I am going to make inquiries first. I shall stay at the Luxellian Arms to-night.
I know that's it, don't you? 'It may be it must be. Let us go on. They began to bend their steps towards Castle Boterel, whither they had sent their bags from Camelton. They wandered on in silence for many minutes. Stephen then paused, and lightly put his hand within Knight's arm. 'I wonder how she came to die, he said in a broken whisper. 'Shall we return and learn a little more?
Two miserable men are wandering in the darkness up the miles of road from Camelton to Endelstow. 'Has she broken her heart? said Henry Knight. 'Can it be that I have killed her? I was bitter with her, Stephen, and she has died! And may God have NO mercy upon me! 'How can you have killed her more than I?
The next evening, about five o'clock, before Knight had returned from a pilgrimage along the shore, a man walked up to the house. He was a messenger from Camelton, a town a few miles off, to which place the railway had been advanced during the summer.
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