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Updated: May 8, 2025
Margaret had taught in this schoolroom for nearly four years now, ever since her seventeenth birthday, and she knew every feature of the big bare room by heart, and every detail of the length of village street that the high, uncurtained windows commanded.
One of our school-rooms was connected by an uncurtained glass door with the great central hall of the building, which was usually given over to the Court of the First Instance, but which was, that day, a sort of anteroom to the voting precinct located in the former sala of the palace. My school-room would, therefore, command a full view of the polls.
We had seen her once before at the house of an Indian friend, who had hospitably invited a company to witness her songs and dances; we had heard her chant the subtle melodies of Hindustan and even old English roundelays for the special delectation of the English guests; we had remarked her delicate hands, the great dark eyes, the dainty profile, the little ivory feet, and above all the gentle voice and courteous bearing; and we realized that Nur Jan had not been bred to this uncurtained life, but must once have known the care, affection and the gentle training of a patrician home.
As our pale, melancholy-looking landlady and her fat baby were evidently the only specimens of the feminine gender about the establishment, it was hardly reasonable to suppose that any of the other cabins contained wherewithal to furnish us a comfortable lodging, and the one in which we were offered nothing of the sort to view, but two beds, uncurtained, extended against the farther wall.
The room into which I was ushered, corresponded well with the exterior of the house. It was large, bleak, and ill furnished; the ample, uncurtained windows; the cold, white pannelled walls; the uncarpeted floor; all giving it an air of uninhabitable misery.
He pressed on with eagerness, and found himself quickly at the door, which he had never met with fastened. But it was locked now. After knocking twice he tried the latch, but it did not open. He went to the little window, uncurtained as usual and peered in, but all was still and dark; there was not a glimmer of light on the hearth, where he had always seen some glimmering embers.
He stood a long while with his back to the fire, staring at the lamp or the darkness of the uncurtained window. By and by he shook his head and set his jaw in sullen determination; then he went up-stairs and knocked softly at her door. There was no answer. Again, a little louder; silence. "Nelly," he said; "Nelly, let me speak to you just a minute?" Silence. "Nelly!" Silence.
The semi-darkness of the hut, the outline of the moon afar through the uncurtained window these swam before her.... Suddenly her eyes riveted on that curtainless window and she uttered a terrifying cry. Ruggam turned. Outlined in the window aperture against the low-hung moon Martin Wiley, the murdered deputy, was staring into the cabin! From the fugitive's throat came a gurgle.
The Jago children, who snatched a fearful joy by stealing after dark into the unkempt garden and peering through the uncurtained lattice windows, reported that as the pair sat at table with the black bottle between them, the Thatcher's eyes would be drawn to fix themselves on the other's with a stealthy shrinking terror or, as they put it, "vicious when he wasna' lookin' and afeared when he was."
If they had thought to look out, they would have seen that the moon held in check by a bank of cloud occupying half the heavens had suddenly burst its bounds and was sending long bars of revealing light into every uncurtained window. Florence Digby, in her short and sheltered life, had possibly never known any very great or deep emotion.
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