the captives-第42章
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is； and as though the Chapel and every one in it was conscious of the struggle。
What might have happened she would never know。 She felt a touch on her sleeve； and； turning round； saw Aunt Anne's eyes looking up at her out of a face that was so white and the skin of it so tightly drawn that it was like the face of a dead woman。
〃I'm in great pain； Maggie。 I think you must take me home；〃 she heard her aunt say。
Aunt Anne took her arm； they went out followed by Aunt Elizabeth。 The fresh evening air that blew upon Maggie's forehead seemed suddenly to make of the Chapel a dim； incredible phantom； faintly from behind the closed door came the echo of the hymn。 The street was absolutely stillno human being was in sight； only an old cab stationed close at hand waiting for a possible customer； into this they got。 The pale； almost white； evening sky； with stars in sheets and squares and pools of fire； shone with the clear radiance of glass above them。 Maggie could see the stars through the dirty windows of the cab。
They were quite silent all the way home。 Aunt Anne sitting up very straight； motionless； her fingers still on Maggie's arm。
Inside the house there was Jane。 She seemed at once to under…stand； and； with Aunt Elizabeth； led Aunt Anne up the dark stairs。
They disappeared； leaving Maggie alone in the hall； whose only sound was the ticking clock from the stairs and only light the dim lamp above the door。
CHAPTER V
THE CHOICE
She waited for some time alone in the hall listening for she knew not what。 Her departure from the Chapel had been too abrupt to allow her in a moment to shake off the impression of itabove all； the impression of Mr。 Crashaw standing there； his arms stretched out to her； his eyes burning her through and through with the urgent insistence of his discovery。
She was tired； her head ached horribly； she would have given everything at that moment for a friend who would care for her and protect her from her own wild fears。 She did not know of what she was afraid； but she knew that she felt that she would rather do anything than spend the night in that house。 And yet what could she do？ How could she escape？ She knew that she could not。 Oh！ if only Martin would come！ Where was he？ Why could he not carry her off that very night？ Why did he not come？
She gazed desperately about her。 Could she not leave the house there and then？ But where should she go？ What could she do without a friend in London？ She stood there； clasping and unclasping her hands； looking up at the black stairs； listening for some sound from above； fancying a ghost in every darkening corner of the place。
Then her common sense reasserted itself。 It was something； at any rate； that she was out of the Chapel； away from Mr。 Crashaw's piercing eyes； Mr。 Thurston's rasping voice； Mr。 Warlock's reproachful melancholy。 She felt this evening as though by struggling with all her strength she could shut the gates upon new experiences that were fighting to enter into her soul； but must； at all costs to her own happiness； be defeated。 No such thing as ghosts； no such thing as a God； be He kind； tender； cruel or loving… …nothing but what one can see； can touch； can confront with one's physical strength。 She had been to a service at a Methodist chapel； her aunt had been ill； to…morrow there would be daylight and people hurrying down the street about their business； work and shops and food and sun 。 。 。 No such thing as ghosts！ Nothing but what you can see！
〃And I'll get some work without wasting a minute；〃 she thought； nodding her head。 〃In a shop if necessaryor I could be a governessand then when he is free； Martin will be with me。〃
She climbed on a chair and turned down the hall…gas as she had seen Martha do。 She went to the door and slipped the chain into its socket and turned the lock。 She listened for a moment before she started upstairs； she saw Mr。 Crashaw's eyes in the darkshe heard his voice。
〃Punishment！ Punishment！。 。 。〃
She suddenly started to run up the black stairs； stumbled； ran faster through the passage under the picture of the armed men； arrived at last in her room； breathless。
During her undressing she stopped sometimes to listen。 Her aunt's bedroom was on the floor below hers； and she certainly could hear nothing through the closed doors； and yet she fancied； as she stood there； that the sound of sobbing came up to her and； twice； a sharp cry。
〃I suppose I'm terribly selfish；〃 she thought； 〃I ought to want to go and help Aunt Anne； and I don't。〃 No； she didn't。 She wanted to run away from the house； miles and miles and miles。 She climbed into bed and thought of her escape。 If Miss Trenchard did not answer her letter； then she could go off to Uncle Mathew； greatly though she disliked the thought of that； then she could live on her three hundred pounds and look about until she found work or Martin came for her。
But so ignorant was she of the world that she did not in the least know how she could get her three hundred pounds。 But Uncle Mathew would know。 She thought of him standing in the doorway at the hotel； holding up a glass； then she thought of Martin； and so fell asleep。
She woke suddenly to find some one standing in her open doorway and holding up a candle。 That some one was old Martha； looking strange enough in a nightdress； her scanty grey hairs untidily about her neck and a dirty red shawl over her shoulders。 Maggie blinked at the light and sat up in bed。
〃What is it？〃 she asked。
〃It's your aunt； MissMiss Anne。 She's very bad。 She wants you to go to her。〃
Maggie got out of bed； put on her dressing…gown and slippers and followed the servant。
As she hurried along the dark passage she was still only half…awake； her soul had not returned into her body； but her body was awake and vibrating with the knowledge that the soul was soon coming to it； and coming to it with great news； with the consciousness of a marvellous experience。 For at the instant when Martha awoke her she had been dreaming of Martin； dreaming of him physically； so that it was his body against hers； his hand hot and dry in hers cool and soft； his cheek rough and strong against hers smooth and pale。 There had been no sentimentality or weakness in her dream。 They had been confident and sure and defiant together； and it had been real life for her； so real that this dream life in which now she moved down the shadowy passage was about her as green water is about one when one swims under waves。
It was only slowly； as the cold air of the house at night cleared her eyes and her throat and her breast； that she came to the world consciousness again and surrendered her lover back to the shades and felt a sudden frightened fear lest； after all； she should never really know that ecstasy of which she had just been dreaming。
Nevertheless it was still with a great consciousness of Martin that she entered her aunt's bedroom。 Before she entered she turned round for a moment to Martha。
〃What must I do？〃 she asked。 〃What will she want me to do？〃
〃It's only；〃 said Martha； 〃if the pains come on very bad； to give her some drops。 They're in a little green bottle by her bed。 Five drops 。 。 。 yes； miss； five drops in a little green bottle。 Only if the pains is very bad。 She's bravewonderful。 I'd 'ave sat up till morning willing； and so of course would Miss Elizabeth。 But she seemed to want you； miss。〃
They were like two conspirators whispering there in the dark。 The room within was so still。 Maggie very softly pushed back the door and entered。 She walked a few steps inside the room and hesitated。 There was no sound in the room at all； utter stillness so that Maggie could hear her own breathing as though it were some one else at her side warning her。 Then slowly things emerged； the long white bed first； afterwards a shaded lamp beside it； a little table with bottles； a chairbeyond the circle of lighted shadow there were shapes； near the window a high glass； a dark shade that was the dressing…table； and faint grey squares where the windows hung。
In the room was a strange scent half wine； half medicine； and beyond that the plain tang of apples partially eaten； a little smell of oil too from the lampvery faintly the figure
