MARY BARTON

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MARY BARTON Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell

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  Myrestisgone,MyheartissorePeacefindInever,Andnevermore。Margaret’sSongin’Faust。’ImustgobackalittletoexplainthemotiveswhichcausedEsthertoseekaninterviewwithherniece。ThemurderhadbeencommittedearlyonThursdaynight,andbetweenthenandthedawnofthefollowingdaytherewasampletimeforthenewstospreadfarandwideamongallthosewhoseduty,orwhosewant,orwhoseerrors,causedthemtobeabroadinthestreetsofManchester。AmongthosewholistenedtothetaleofviolencewasEsther。Acravingdesiretoknowmoretookpossessionofhermind。FarawayasshewasfromTurnerStreet,sheimmediatelysetofftothesceneofthemurder,whichwasfaintlylightedbythegreydawnasshereachedthespot。

  Itwassoquietandstillthatshecouldhardlybelieveittobetheplace。

  Theonlyvestigeofanyscuffleorviolencewasatrailonthedustasifsomebodybadbeenlyingthere,andthenbeenraisedbyextraneousforce。

  Thelittlebirdswerebeginningtohopandtwitterintheleaflesshedge,makingtheonlysoundthatwasnearanddistinct。Shecrossedintothefieldwheresheguessedthemurderertohavestood;itwaseasyofaccess,fortheworn,stuntedhawthorn-hedgehadmanygapsinit。Thenight-smellofbruisedgrasscameupfromunderherfeet,asshewenttowardsthesaw-pitandcarpenter’sshed,which,asIhavesaidbefore,wereinacornerofthefieldneartheroad,andwhereoneofherinformantshadtoldheritwassupposedbythepolicethatthemurdererhadlurkedwhilewaitingforhisvictim。Therewasnosign,however,thatanyonehadbeenabouttheplace。Ifthegrasshadbeenbruisedorbentwherehehadtrod,ithadhadenoughoftheelasticityoflifetoraiseitselfunderthedewyinfluencesofnight。Shehushedherbreathininvoluntaryawe,butnothingelsetoldoftheviolentdeedbywhichafellow-creaturehadpassedaway。Shestoodstillforaminute,imaginingtoherselfthepositionoftheparties,guidedbytheonlycircumstancewhichaffordedanyevidence,thetrailingmarkonthedustintheroad。Suddenlyitwasbeforethesunhadrisenabovethehorizonshebecameawareofsomethingwhiteinthehedge。Allothercoloursworethesamemurkyhue,thoughtheformsofobjectswereperfectlydistinct。Whatwasit?Itcouldnotbeaflower;——that,thetimeofyearmadeclear。Afrozenlumpofsnow,lingeringlateinoneofthegnarledtuftsofthehedge?

  Shesteppedforwardtoexamine。Itprovedtobealittlepieceofstiffwriting-papercompressedintoaroundshape。Sheunderstooditinstantly;

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