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1MINA MURRAY'S JOURNAL Same day, 11 o'clock p. m.--Oh, but I am tired! If it were not that I had made my diary a duty I
2should not open it to-night. We had a lovely walk. Lucy, after a while, was in gay spirits, owing, I think, to some dear
3cows who came nosing towards us in a field close to the lighthouse, and frightened the wits out of us. I believe we
4forgot everything except, of course, personal fear, and it seemed to wipe the slate clean and give us a fresh start. We
5had a capital "severe tea" at Robin Hood's Bay in a sweet little old-fashioned inn, with a bow-window right over the
6seaweed-covered rocks of the strand. I believe we should have shocked the "New Woman" with our appetites. Men are more
7tolerant, bless them! Then we walked home with some, or rather many, stoppages to rest, and with our hearts full of a
8constant dread of wild bulls. Lucy was really tired, and we intended to creep off to bed as soon as we could. The young
9curate came in, however, and Mrs. Westenra asked him to stay for supper. Lucy and I had both a fight for it with the
10dusty miller; I know it was a hard fight on my part, and I am quite heroic. I think that some day the bishops must get
11together and see about breeding up a new class of curates, who don't take supper, no matter how they may be pressed to,
12and who will know when girls are tired. Lucy is asleep and breathing softly. She has more colour in her cheeks than
13usual, and looks, oh, so sweet. If Mr. Holmwood fell in love with her seeing her only in the drawing-room, I wonder what
14he would say if he saw her now. Some of the "New Women" writers will some day start an idea that men and women should be
15allowed to see each other asleep before proposing or accepting. But I suppose the New Woman won't condescend in future
16to accept; she will do the proposing herself. And a nice job she will make of it, too! There's some consolation in that.
17I am so happy to-night, because dear Lucy seems better. I really believe she has turned the corner, and that we are over
18her troubles with dreaming. I should be quite happy if I only knew if Jonathan.... God bless and keep him. 11 August, 3
19a. m.--Diary again. No sleep now, so I may as well write. I am too agitated to sleep. We have had such an adventure,
20such an agonising experience. I fell asleep as soon as I had closed my diary.... Suddenly I became broad awake, and sat
21up, with a horrible sense of fear upon me, and of some feeling of emptiness around me. The room was dark, so I could not
22see Lucy's bed; I stole across and felt for her. The bed was empty. I lit a match and found that she was not in the
23room. The door was shut, but not locked, as I had left it. I feared to wake her mother, who has been more than usually
24ill lately, so threw on some clothes and got ready to look for her. As I was leaving the room it struck me that the
25clothes she wore might give me some clue to her dreaming intention. Dressing-gown would mean house; dress, outside.
26Dressing-gown and dress were both in their places. "Thank God," I said to myself, "she cannot be far, as she is only in
27her nightdress." I ran downstairs and looked in the sitting-room. Not there! Then I looked in all the other open rooms
28of the house, with an ever-growing fear chilling my heart. Finally I came to the hall door and found it open. It was not
29wide open, but the catch of the lock had not caught. The people of the house are careful to lock the door every night,
30so I feared that Lucy must have gone out as she was. There was no time to think of what might happen; a vague,
31overmastering fear obscured all details. I took a big, heavy shawl and ran out. The clock was striking one as I was in
32the Crescent, and there was not a soul in sight. I ran along the North Terrace, but could see no sign of the white
33figure which I expected. At the edge of the West Cliff above the pier I looked across the harbour to the East Cliff, in
34the hope or fear--I don't know which--of seeing Lucy in our favourite seat. There was a bright full moon, with heavy
35black, driving clouds, which threw the whole scene into a fleeting diorama of light and shade as they sailed across. For
36a moment or two I could see nothing, as the shadow of a cloud obscured St. Mary's Church and all around it. Then as the
37cloud passed I could see the ruins of the abbey coming into view; and as the edge of a narrow band of light as sharp as
38a sword-cut moved along, the church and the churchyard became gradually visible. Whatever my expectation was, it was not
39disappointed, for there, on our favourite seat, the silver light of the moon struck a half-reclining figure, snowy
40white. The coming of the cloud was too quick for me to see much, for shadow shut down on light almost immediately; but
41it seemed to me as though something dark stood behind the seat where the white figure shone, and bent over it. What it
42was, whether man or beast, I could not tell; I did not wait to catch another glance, but flew down the steep steps to
43the pier and along by the fish-market to the bridge, which was the only way to reach the East Cliff. The town seemed as
44dead, for not a soul did I see; I rejoiced that it was so, for I wanted no witness of poor Lucy's condition. The time
45and distance seemed endless, and my knees trembled and my breath came laboured as I toiled up the endless steps to the
46abbey. I must have gone fast, and yet it seemed to me as if my feet were weighted with lead, and as though every joint
47in my body were rusty. When I got almost to the top I could see the seat and the white figure, for I was now close
48enough to distinguish it even through the spells of shadow. There was undoubtedly something, long and black, bending
49over the half-reclining white figure. I called in fright, "Lucy! Lucy!" and something raised a head, and from where I
50was I could see a white face and red, gleaming eyes. Lucy did not answer, and I ran on to the entrance of the
51churchyard. As I entered, the church was between me and the seat, and for a minute or so I lost sight of her. When I
52came in view again the cloud had passed, and the moonlight struck so brilliantly that I could see Lucy half reclining
53with her head lying over the back of the seat. She was quite alone, and there was not a sign of any living thing about.
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