One word reached me in the darkness--one single word of bitter and
withering reproach.
Heedless of the risk I ran and the peril to which I exposed myself, I
dashed forward with a resolve to penetrate the mystery, until I came to
the gap in the rough stone wall where Leithcourt's habit was to halt
each day at sundown.
There, in the falling darkness, the sight that met my eyes at the spot
held me rigid, appalled, stupefied.
In that instant I realized the truth--a truth that was surely the
strangest ever revealed to any man.
CHAPTER V
CONTAINS CERTAIN CONFIDENCES
As I dashed forward to the gap in the boundary wall of the wood, I
nearly stumbled over a form lying across the narrow path.
So dark was it beneath the trees that at first I could not plainly make
out what it was until I bent and my hands touched the garments of a
woman. Her hat had fallen off, for I felt it beneath my feet, while the
cloak was a thick woolen one.
Was she dead, I wondered? That cry--that single word of
reproach--sounded in my ears, and it seemed plain that she had been
struck down ruthlessly after an exchange of angry words.
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