"And 'twas only the next morning that, when I came into his room to ask his blessing as was my wont, he received me with fierce and angry words.'Why had I,' so he asked, 'been delighting myself in such wanton mischief--dancing over the tender plants in the flower-beds, all set with the famous Dutch bulbs he had brought from Holland?' Ihad never been out of doors that morning, sir, and I could not conceive what he meant, and so I said; and then he swore at me for a liar, and said I was of no true blood, for he had seen me doing all that mischief himself--with his own eyes.What could I say? He would not listen to me, and even my tears seemed only to irritate him.That day was the beginning of my great sorrows.Not long after, he reproached me for my undue familiarity--all unbecoming a gentlewoman--with his grooms.I had been in the stable-yard, laughing and talking, he said.Now, sir, I am something of a coward by nature, and I had always dreaded horses; be-sides that, my father's servants--those whom he brought with him from foreign parts--were wild fellows, whom I had always avoided, and to whom I had never spoken, except as a lady must needs from time to time speak to her father's people.Yet my father called me by names of which Ihardly know the meaning, but my heart told me they were such as shame any modest woman; and from that day he turned quite against me;--nay, sir, not many weeks after that, he came in with a riding-whip in his hand; and, accusing me harshly of evil doings, of which I knew no more than you, sir, he was about to strike me, and I, all in bewildering tears, was ready to take his stripes as great kindness compared to his harder words, when suddenly he stopped his arm mid-way, gasped and staggered, crying out, 'The curse--the curse!' Ilooked up in terror.In the great mirror opposite I saw myself, and right behind, another wicked, fearful self, so like me that my soul seemed to quiver within me, as though not knowing to which similitude of body it belonged.My father saw my double at the same moment, either in its dreadful reality, whatever that might be, or in the scarcely less terrible reflection in the mirror; but what came of it at that moment I cannot say, for I suddenly swooned away; and when Icame to myself I was lying in my bed, and my faithful Clarke sitting by me.I was in my bed for days; and even while I lay there my double was seen by all, flitting about the house and gardens, always about some mischievous or detestable work.What wonder that every one shrank from me in dread--that my father drove me forth at length, when the disgrace of which I was the cause was past his patience to bear.Mistress Clarke came with me; and here we try to live such a life of piety and prayer as may in time set me free from the curse."All the time she had been speaking, I had been weighing her story in my mind.I had hitherto put cases of witchcraft on one side, as mere superstitions; and my uncle and I had had many an argument, he supporting himself by the opinion of his good friend Sir Matthew Hale.Yet this sounded like the tale of one bewitched; or was it merely the effect of a life of extreme seclusion telling on the nerves of a sensitive girl? My scepticism inclined me to the latter belief, and when she paused I said:
"I fancy that some physician could have disabused your father of his belief in visions--"Just at that instant, standing as I was opposite to her in the full and perfect morning light, I saw behind her another figure--a ghastly resemblance, complete in likeness, so far as form and feature and minutest touch of dress could go, but with a loathsome demon soul looking out of the gray eyes, that were in turns mocking and voluptuous.My heart stood still within me; every hair rose up erect; my flesh crept with horror.I could not see the grave and tender Lucy--my eyes were fascinated by the creature beyond.I know not why, but I put out my hand to clutch it; I grasped nothing but empty air, and my whole blood curdled to ice.For a moment I could not see; then my sight came back, and I saw Lucy standing before me, alone, deathly pale, and, I could have fancied, almost, shrunk in size.
"IT has been near me?" she said, as if asking a question.
The sound seemed taken out of her voice; it was husky as the notes on an old harpsichord when the strings have ceased to vibrate.She read her answer in my face, I suppose, for I could not speak.Her look was one of intense fear, but that died away into an aspect of most humble patience.At length she seemed to force herself to face behind and around her: she saw the purple moors, the blue distant hills, quivering in the sunlight, but nothing else.
"Will you take me home?" she said, meekly.
I took her by the hand, and led her silently through the budding heather--we dared not speak; for we could not tell but that the dread creature was listening, although unseen,--but that IT might appear and push us asunder.I never loved her more fondly than now when--and that was the unspeakable misery--the idea of her was becoming so inextricably blended with the shuddering thought of IT.She seemed to understand what I must be feeling.She let go my hand, which she had kept clasped until then, when we reached the garden gate, and went forwards to meet her anxious friend, who was standing by the window looking for her.I could not enter the house: I needed silence, society, leisure, change--I knew not what--to shake off the sensation of that creature's presence.Yet I lingered about the garden--I hardly know why; I partly suppose, because I feared to encounter the resemblance again on the solitary common, where it had vanished, and partly from a feeling of inexpressible compassion for Lucy.In a few minutes Mistress Clarke came forth and joined me.We walked some paces in silence.
"You know all now," said she, solemnly.
"I saw IT," said I, below my breath.
"And you shrink from us, now," she said, with a hopelessness which stirred up all that was brave or good in me.