Возвращение на родину

VIII. Rain, Darkness, and Anxious Wanderers

           Willyougoatonce—pleasewillyou?”

           Yeobrightranupstairstofinishdressinghimself.Whilehewasgoneanotherrappingcametothedoor.ThistimetherewasnodelusionthatitmightbeEustacia’s—thefootstepsjustprecedingithadbeenheavyandslow.YeobrightthinkingitmightpossiblybeFairwaywithanoteinanswer,descendedagainandopenedthedoor.

           “CaptainVye?”hesaidtoadrippingfigure.

           “Ismygranddaughterhere?”saidthecaptain.

           “No.”

           “Thenwhereisshe?”.

           “Idon’tknow.”

           “Butyououghttoknow—youareherhusband.”

           “Onlyinnameapparently,”saidClymwithrisingexcitement.“IbelieveshemeanstoelopetonightwithWildeve.Iamjustgoingtolooktoit.”

           “Well,shehasleftmyhouse;sheleftabouthalfanhourago.Who’ssittingthere?”

           “MycousinThomasin.”

           Thecaptainbowedinapreoccupiedwaytoher.“Ionlyhopeitisnoworsethananelopement,”hesaid.

           “Worse?What’sworsethantheworstawifecando?”

           “Well,Ihavebeentoldastrangetale.BeforestartinginsearchofherIcalledupCharley,mystablelad.Imissedmypistolstheotherday.”

           “Pistols?”

           “Hesaidatthetimethathetookthemdowntoclean.HehasnowownedthathetookthembecausehesawEustacialookingcuriouslyatthem;andsheafterwardsownedtohimthatshewasthinkingoftakingherlife,butboundhimtosecrecy,andpromisednevertothinkofsuchathingagain.

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