The Mystery of Edwin Drood eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 361 pages of information about The Mystery of Edwin Drood.
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The Mystery of Edwin Drood eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 361 pages of information about The Mystery of Edwin Drood.

No sense reported anything unusual there.  He listened again, and his sense of hearing again checked the water coming over the Weir, with its usual sound on a cold starlight night.

Knowing very well that the mystery with which his mind was occupied, might of itself give the place this haunted air, he strained those hawk’s eyes of his for the correction of his sight.  He got closer to the Weir, and peered at its well-known posts and timbers.  Nothing in the least unusual was remotely shadowed forth.  But he resolved that he would come back early in the morning.

The Weir ran through his broken sleep, all night, and he was back again at sunrise.  It was a bright frosty morning.  The whole composition before him, when he stood where he had stood last night, was clearly discernible in its minutest details.  He had surveyed it closely for some minutes, and was about to withdraw his eyes, when they were attracted keenly to one spot.

He turned his back upon the Weir, and looked far away at the sky, and at the earth, and then looked again at that one spot.  It caught his sight again immediately, and he concentrated his vision upon it.  He could not lose it now, though it was but such a speck in the landscape.  It fascinated his sight.  His hands began plucking off his coat.  For it struck him that at that spot—­a corner of the Weir—­something glistened, which did not move and come over with the glistening water-drops, but remained stationary.

He assured himself of this, he threw off his clothes, he plunged into the icy water, and swam for the spot.  Climbing the timbers, he took from them, caught among their interstices by its chain, a gold watch, bearing engraved upon its back E. D.

He brought the watch to the bank, swam to the Weir again, climbed it, and dived off.  He knew every hole and corner of all the depths, and dived and dived and dived, until he could bear the cold no more.  His notion was, that he would find the body; he only found a shirt-pin sticking in some mud and ooze.

With these discoveries he returned to Cloisterham, and, taking Neville Landless with him, went straight to the Mayor.  Mr. Jasper was sent for, the watch and shirt-pin were identified, Neville was detained, and the wildest frenzy and fatuity of evil report rose against him.  He was of that vindictive and violent nature, that but for his poor sister, who alone had influence over him, and out of whose sight he was never to be trusted, he would be in the daily commission of murder.  Before coming to England he had caused to be whipped to death sundry ’Natives’—­nomadic persons, encamping now in Asia, now in Africa, now in the West Indies, and now at the North Pole—­vaguely supposed in Cloisterham to be always black, always of great virtue, always calling themselves Me, and everybody else Massa or Missie (according to sex), and always reading tracts of the obscurest meaning, in broken English, but always accurately understanding

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