Complete Project Gutenberg John Galsworthy Works eBook

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“Row, my dear love; it’s late!”

Dipping his sculls, he shot the skiff into the darkness of the backwater. . . .

What happened then he never knew, never clearly—­in all those after years.  A vision of her white form risen to its feet, bending forward like a creature caught, that cannot tell which way to spring; a crashing shock, his head striking something hard!  Nothingness!  And then—­an awful, awful struggle with roots and weeds and slime, a desperate agony of groping in that pitchy blackness, among tree-stumps, in dead water that seemed to have no bottom—­he and that other, who had leaped at them in the dark with his boat, like a murdering beast; a nightmare search more horrible than words could tell, till in a patch of moonlight on the bank they laid her, who for all their efforts never stirred. . . .  There she lay all white, and they two crouched at her head and feet—­like dark creatures of the woods and waters over that which with their hunting they had slain.

How long they stayed there, not once looking at each other, not once speaking, not once ceasing to touch with their hands that dead thing—­he never knew.  How long in the summer night, with its moonlight and its shadows quivering round them, and the night wind talking in the reeds!

And then the most enduring of all sentient things had moved in him again; so that he once more felt. . . .  Never again to see those eyes that had loved him with their light!  Never again to kiss her lips!  Frozen—­like moonlight to the earth, with the flower still clinging at her breast.  Thrown out on the bank like a plucked water-lily!  Dead?  No, no!  Not dead!  Alive in the night—­alive to him—­somewhere!  Not on this dim bank, in this hideous backwater, with that dark dumb creature who had destroyed her!  Out there on the river—­in the wood of their happiness—­somewhere alive! . . .  And, staggering up past Cramier, who never moved, he got into his boat, and like one demented pulled out into the stream.

But once there in the tide, he fell huddled forward, motionless above his oars. . . .

And the moonlight flooded his dark skiff drifting down.  And the moonlight effaced the ripples on the water that had stolen away her spirit.  Her spirit mingled now with the white beauty and the shadows, for ever part of the stillness and the passion of a summer night; hovering, floating, listening to the rustle of the reeds, and the whispering of the woods; one with the endless dream—­that spirit passing out, as all might wish to pass, in the hour of happiness.




When on that November night Lennan stole to the open door of his dressing-room, and stood watching his wife asleep, Fate still waited for an answer.

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