Dawn eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 695 pages of information about Dawn.

Dawn eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 695 pages of information about Dawn.

On reaching her room, she sat down and began to think of Arthur, and, as she thought, her mind grew clearer and more at peace.  Indeed, it seemed to her that her dead lover was near, and as though she could distinguish pulsations of thought which came from him, impinging on her system, and bringing his presence with them.  It is a common sensation, and occurs to many people of sensitive organization when asleep or thinking on some one with whom they are in a high state of sympathy, and doubtless indicates some occult communication.  But, as it chanced, it had never before visited Angela in this form, and she abandoned herself to its influence with delight.  It thrilled her through and through.

How long she sat thus she could not tell, but presently the communication, whatever it was, stopped as suddenly as though the connecting link had been severed.  The currents directed by her will would no longer do her bidding; they could not find their object, or, frighted by some adverse influence, recoiled in confusion on her brain.  Several times she tried to renew this subtle intercourse that was so palpable and real, and yet so different from anything else in the world, but failed.  Then she rose, feeling very tired, for those who thus draw upon the vital energies must pay the penalty of exhaustion.  She took her Bible and read her nightly chapter, and then undressed and said her prayers, praying with unusual earnestness that it might please the Almighty in His wisdom to take her to where her lover was.  Her prayers done, she rose, put on a white dressing wrapper, and, seating herself before the glass, unloosed her hair.  Then she began to brush it, pausing presently to think how Arthur had admired its colour and the ripples on it.  She had been much more careful of her hair since then, and smiled sadly to herself at her folly for being so.

Thinking thus, she fell into a reverie, and sat so still that a great grey rat came noiselessly out of his hole in a corner of the room, and, advancing into the circle of light round the dressing-table, sat up on his hind legs to see if he was alone.  Suddenly he turned and scuttled back to his hole in evident alarm, and at the same second Angela thought that she heard a sound of a different character from those she was accustomed to in the old house—­a sound like the creaking of a boot.  It passed, however, but left an indefinable dread creeping over her, and chilling the blood in her veins.  She began to expect something, she knew not what, and was fascinated by the expectation.  She would have risen to lock the door, but all strength seemed to have left her; she was paralysed by the near sense of evil.  Then came a silence as intense as it was lonely.

It was a ghastly moment.

Her back was towards the doorway, for her dressing-table was immediately opposite the door, which was raised some four feet above the level of the landing, and approached by as many steps.

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