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The Salamanca Corpus: Yeoman Fleetwood (1900 ... - Gredos

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<strong>The</strong> <strong>Salamanca</strong> <strong>Corpus</strong>: <strong>Yeoman</strong> <strong>Fleetwood</strong> (<strong>1900</strong>)<br />

By a divine instinct men's minds mistrust<br />

Ensuing danger. —Shakespeare.<br />

It was late at night when Simon reached home. Though on parting from Rachel he had<br />

at once left the inn, he remained in the town until she herself had quitted it. Standing<br />

unnoticed in the darkness he had seen the coach which bore her away from him flash<br />

past, and had caught a momentary glimpse of Humphrey's form on the box seat <strong>The</strong>n he<br />

had slowly gone in search of his horse and gig, and set forth on his homeward journey.<br />

<strong>The</strong> horse, fresh from its long rest, would have pressed forward, but that Simon checked<br />

its speed: he would reach the Farm all too soon. Was this the same road which they had<br />

traversed yesterday; was he the same man? Every now and then he would glance over<br />

his shoulder at the empty place beside him, as though in search of the form which had<br />

occupied it yesterday; the tones of her voice sounded perpetually in his ears, the gentle<br />

loving words she had said recurring to him, each with an inconceivably bitter pang, the<br />

sharpest of all being caused by the memory of that jubilant phrase of hers:—<br />

"To-morrow, Simon, to-morrow, we shall be speeding along this same road, man and<br />

wife<br />

[295]<br />

<strong>The</strong> time had come, and they were man and wife indeed, but he was pursuing his road<br />

— alone.<br />

Here was the wood where scarcely more than twenty-four hours ago he had, with such a<br />

fast-throbbing heart, caught sight of her expectant figure. Stung afresh by the<br />

recollection he whipped up the horse, and the animal springing forward, brought him in<br />

a few moments to his own gate. It took but a short time to unharness and feed the horse;<br />

and then, with lagging step, Simon made his way to the house. All was darkness there,<br />

and his heavy, unwilling knock had to be twice repeated before he could rouse the<br />

inmates. <strong>The</strong>n a window overhead was hastily pushed up, and Susan's voice tremulously<br />

demanded who was there.<br />

"It is I,” replied Simon. "<strong>The</strong> door is barred: come down quickly and let me in."<br />

He heard a sound as of hurried clapping of hands within, and excited exclamations.

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