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Elfride had now resigned herself to the overwhelming idea of her lover's sorry antecedents; Stephen had not forgotten the trifling grievance that Elfride had known earlier admiration than his own. 'What was that young man's name? he inquired. 'Felix Jethway; a widow's only son. 'I remember the family. 'She hates me now. She says I killed him. Stephen mused, and they entered the porch.
It brightened the near part first, and against the background which the cloud-shadow had not yet uncovered stood, brightest of all, a white tomb the tomb of young Jethway. Knight, still alive on the subject of Elfride's secret, thought of her words concerning the kiss that it once had occurred on a tomb in this churchyard.
The handwriting, the seal, the paper, the introductory words, all had told on the instant that the letter had come to him from the hands of the widow Jethway, now dead and cold. He had instantly understood that the unfinished notes which caught his eye yesternight were intended for nobody but himself.
If he felt so deeply on this point, what would he say did he know all, and see it as Mrs. Jethway saw it? He would never make her the happiest girl in the world by taking her to be his own for aye. The thought enclosed her as a tomb whenever it presented itself to her perturbed brain. She tried to believe that Mrs.
Elfride looked stealthily to the other end of the vessel. Mrs. Jethway, or her double, was sitting at the stern her eye steadily regarding Elfride. 'Let us go to the forepart, she said quickly to Knight. 'See there the man is fixing the lights for the night.
It was the tomb of young farmer Jethway, looking still as fresh and as new as when it was first erected, the white stone in which it was hewn having a singular weirdness amid the dark blue slabs from local quarries, of which the whole remaining gravestones were formed.
His own fortunes seemed in some strange way to be interwoven with those of this Jethway family, through the influence of Elfride over himself and the unfortunate son of that house. He made no reply, and they still walked on. 'She begins to feel heavy, said the stranger, breaking the silence.
Then taking out a pencil she wrote upon the paper: 'DEAR MRS. JETHWAY, I have been to visit you. I wanted much to see you, but I cannot wait any longer. I came to beg you not to execute the threats you have repeated to me. Do not, I beseech you, Mrs. Jethway, let any one know I ran away from home! It would ruin me with him, and break my heart. I will do anything for you, if you will be kind to me.
Jethway must have stealthily come in by some means and retreated again, or else she had entered an empty berth next Snewson's. The fear that this was the case increased Elfride's perturbation, till it assumed the dimensions of a certainty, for how could a stranger from the other end of the ship possibly contrive to get in? Could it have been a dream?
'But you did not tell your father or anybody, as you would have if you had looked upon it then as the insult you now pretend it was. 'He begged me not to tell, and foolishly enough I did not. And I wish I had now. I little expected to be scourged with my own kindness. Pray leave me, Mrs. Jethway. The girl only expostulated now. 'Well, you harshly dismissed him, and he died.
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