The Bars of Iron eBook

Ethel May Dell
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 601 pages of information about The Bars of Iron.

The Bars of Iron eBook

Ethel May Dell
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 601 pages of information about The Bars of Iron.

She stood motionless with the chill night air blowing in upon her, trying to collect her thoughts, trying to bring herself to face and consider the matter before she made her decision.  But it was useless.  Those last words had awaked within her a greater force than she could control.  From the moment of their utterance she was driven irresistibly, the decision was no longer her own.

Piers was alone.  Piers loved her—­wanted her.  His soul cried to hers through the darkness.  She saw him again as in her dream wrestling with those cruel iron bars, striving with vain agony to reach her.  And all doubt went from her like a cloud.

She turned to Victor with grey eyes shining and resolute.  “Let us go!” she said.

She took a cloak from a peg in the hall, lowered the light, took the key from the lock, and passed out into the dark.

Victor followed her closely, softly latching the door behind him.  He had known from the outset that the English madame would not be able to resist his appeal.  Was not Monsieur Pierre as handsome and as desirable as though he had been a prince of the blood?  He walked a pace behind her, saying no word, fully satisfied with the success of his mission.

Avery went with swift unerring feet; yet it seemed to her afterwards as if she had moved in a dream, for only the vaguest impression of that journey through the night remained with her.  It was dark, but the darkness did not hinder her.  She went as if drawn irresistibly—­even against her will.  At the back of her mind hovered the consciousness that she was doing a rash thing, but the woman’s heart in it was too deeply stirred to care for minor considerations.  The picture of Piers in his lonely hall hung ever before her, drawing her on.

He had not sent for her.  She knew now that he would not send.  Yet she went to him on winged feet.  For she knew that his need of her was great.

There was no star in the sky and the night wind moaned in the trees as they went up the long chestnut avenue to the Abbey.  The loneliness was great.  It folded them in on every hand.  It seemed to hang like a pall about the great dim building massed against the sky, as though the whole place lay beneath a spell of mourning.

Emerging from the deep shadow of the trees, she paused for the first time in uncertainty.  Victor pressed forward instantly to her side.

“We will enter by the library, madame.  See, I will show you the way.  From there to the great hall, it is only a few steps.  And you will find him there.  I leave you alone to find him.”

He led her across a dew-drenched lawn and up a flight of steps to the door of a conservatory which gave inwards at his touch.

Obedient to his gesture, Avery entered.  Her heart was beating hard and fast.  She was conscious of a wild misgiving which had not assailed her during all the journey thither.  What if he did not want her after all?  What if her coming were unwelcome?

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