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Northmour showed me the way, and, when he had reached the landing, knocked at the door of what used to be called My Uncle's Bedroom, as the founder of the pavilion had designed it especially for himself. "Come in, Northmour; come in, dear Mr. Cassilis," said a voice from within. Pushing open the door, Northmour admitted me before him into the apartment.
Huddlestone's tale; and in an instant we were all four as white as paper, and sat tongue-tied and motionless round the table. "A snail," I said at last; for I had heard that these animals make a noise somewhat similar in character. "Snail be d d!" said Northmour. "Hush!"
I might have stayed longer; but one March night there sprang up between us a dispute, which rendered my departure necessary. Northmour spoke hotly, I remember, and I suppose I must have made some tart rejoinder.
There was not a human being to be seen to right or left. "Ah, well!" said Northmour, "here's the end, thank God!" And we returned to My Uncle's Room. Mr. Huddlestone was putting on his boots, still violently trembling, but with an air of determination such as I had not hitherto observed.
They were not yet half-way to the RED EARL, and I was still watching their progress, when the sun rose out of the sea. One word more, and my story is done. Years after, Northmour was killed fighting under the colours of Garibaldi for the liberation of the Tyrol. It was late in November 1456.
Huddlestone, filled for the moment with a strength greater than his own, struck Northmour and myself a back-hander in the chest; and while we were thus for the moment incapacitated from action, lifting his arms above his head like one about to dive, he ran straight forward out of the pavilion. "Here am!" he cried "Huddlestone! Kill me, and spare the others!"
Northmour again bracketed us together, and rallied Clara on a choice of husbands; but he continued to speak of me with some feeling, and uttered nothing to my prejudice unless he included himself in the condemnation. This awakened a sense of gratitude in my heart, which combined with the immediateness of our peril to fill my eyes with tears.
I made some light rejoinder, but it was with half my heart; for the circumstance had impressed me. A yard or two before the gate, on a patch of smooth turf, we set down the despatch-box; and Northmour waved a white handkerchief over his head. Nothing replied.
He confronted me for a moment, white and menacing; then suddenly he stepped aside. "Help her, then," said he. I threw myself on my knees beside her, and loosened, as well as I was able, her dress and corset; but while I was thus engaged, a grasp descended on my shoulder. "Keep your hands off her," said Northmour fiercely. "Do you think I have no blood in my veins?"
In the lower ground, a streamlet ran among the trees, and, being dammed with dead leaves and clay of its own carrying, spread out every here and there, and lay in stagnant pools. One or two ruined cottages were dotted about the wood; and, according to Northmour, these were ecclesiastical foundations, and in their time had sheltered pious hermits.
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