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Updated: May 11, 2025
Up into the purer, finer air of the hills-up with a lightening heart, though still carrying a bitter burden of despondency. Night rested upon the hilltops and brooded in the valleys. Below, the shadowy landscape lay like blurred patchwork-still he climbed upwards till Feldwick lay silent and sleeping at his feet and a flavour of the sea mingled with the night wind which cooled his cheeks.
The charge of you left on my shoulders by your shiftless parents has been a heavy one, but to-day I am quit of it. The deacons of Feldwick chapel have agreed to appoint you their pastor, provided only that they be satisfied wi' your discourse on the coming Sabbath. See to it, lad, that 'ee preach the word as these good men and mysen have ever heard it.
There was never a shadow of envy in his heart as he watched Drexley's happiness. Joan and he saw them off at Charing Cross for the Continent, and they walked back to her rooms together. "So you are really going home to Feldwick, Joan?" he asked. She nodded. "Yes. Since I left it I have done nothing but make mistakes. I think that the old life is best for me."
"You fool!" she cried. "Do you think life at Feldwick was any more bearable to me than to you and Cissy, because I wasn't always mooning about on the hills or reading poetry? You never took the trouble to find out. You looked upon me as a drudge because I did the work which was my duty. You were mine, and I wanted you. When you stole away I hated you.
We were called into the parlour the Sunday morning before I I you remember my trial Sunday at Feldwick? "Well, he just turned to Joan and said, 'Joan, it is my will that you marry Douglas. She was evidently prepared, for she held out her hand to me. "'I am willing, Douglas, she said. That was all. As for me, I was certainly weak, but for the life of me I could think of nothing to say.
"'Tis well enough for you, Cicely, who had but little to do with him, but do you forget that I was his affianced wife? I have stood up in the Meeting House at Feldwick, and we prayed together for grace. The hypocrite. The abandoned wastrel. That he, who might have been the pastor of Feldwick, ay, and have been chosen to serve in the towns even, should have wandered so miserably."
Your silence is shielding him, is it not?" "I am doing more," he said. "I destroyed my own identity, and the Douglas Guest of Feldwick is an accounted murderer by others besides Joan. I can tell you only this, Cissy. I did it because it seemed to me the best and the most merciful thing to be done." She looked at him gravely.
It was she who poisoned my blood with the lust for gold; it was she who sent me over the hills to Feldwick. Ay, it was she who nerved me to steal and to kill. Joan, will you not avenge me and him, for I must die, and it is she who has killed me Emily de Reuss. Oh, may the gods, whoever they be the gods of the heathen, and the God of the Christian, your God, Joan, and the God of Justice curse her!
"There is yet nothing of kinship between us," he said, "for between your purpose and mine there could be no more comparison than between a street puddle and Feldwick Farm. It is a life I seek." "I would to God, David," she cried fiercely, "that it were the same life. For at the end of my purpose is death." He gazed at her speechless. For the first time the change in her was brought home to him.
Then she looked curiously down at her companion. "You'll go back to Feldwick to-morrow, or maybe Saturday, Cicely," she said. "You understand now?" "How long will this go on?" Joan drew herself up. The fierceness of the prophetess was in her dark face. "Till my hands are upon him," she said. "Till I have dragged him out from the shadows of this hateful city."
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