The Devil's Garden eBook

W. B. Maxwell
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 454 pages of information about The Devil's Garden.

The Devil's Garden eBook

W. B. Maxwell
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 454 pages of information about The Devil's Garden.

That evening he sat outside on the bench long after the supper table had been taken away and the kitchen door closed.  Quite late, when Mavis spoke to him from an upper window, he said he must have one more pipe before he turned in.

Norah had been singing in the kitchen while she washed the plates; then he had heard her humming softly in the sitting-room; now she had gone up-stairs and was silent.  The thoughts and sensations that had been suddenly and strangely inhibited a few hours ago came into play again, warmed his blood once more, repossessed his brain.  Soon he was impotent to struggle against them.  As he sat huddled and motionless, he revived each memory and wilfully renewed its delight.  The brick walls, the timber beams, the flooring boards, and plastered partitions could not divide her from him; though hidden at a distance, she shed emanations, fiery atoms, darting sparks, that infallibly reached him:  when he closed his eyes in order not to see the empty space before him, she herself was here.  He could feel again the light weight of her body upon his knees, her hair brushed against his chin, her face gave itself to his lips.

Then more remote memories came to join the recent memories, deepening the spell that subjugated him.  He thought of her crying when he teased her about love and marriage, and when her poor little innocent heart was bursting because of his pretense of not understanding that she craved for no love but his.  And he thought of how she had looked in the middle of the night when he covered her with his jacket, and she stood before him trembling and blushing, with her hair all tumbling loose.  That had been one of the mental pictures which he could not even make dim, much less obliterate.

He groaned, got up from the bench, and walked very slowly round the kitchen and behind the house.  The first breath of air that he had noticed for days was stirring the leaves, and he saw the new moon like a golden sickle poised above the broken summit of a hayrick.  It was a serenely beautiful nights with an atmosphere undoubtedly cooler than any they had had of late; he looked at the peaceful fields, and the fruit trees and the barn roof, all so gently, imperceptibly touched by the young and tender moonbeams; and he thought that the thin yellow crescent was being watched by thousands and thousands of eyes, that men were turning their money, and wishing for luck, for fame, or for satisfied love.  But he only of all men might not wish for the desire of his heart, and to him only the moon could bring nothing but pain.

He went through the kitchen garden, and stood under an apple tree staring back at the window of her room.  And still older memories sprang up and grew strong, so that they might attack and overcome and utterly undo him.  The wild bad fancies of his adolescence came thronging upon him.  Imagination and fact entangled themselves; the past and the present fused, and became one vast throbbing distress.  He thought

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