DOI article:
Crackanthorpe, Hubert: A study in sentimentality
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.27812#0197
By Hubert Crackanthorpe 193
to Morecqmbe, and that walk along the seashore, when the tide
caught us, and I carried you across the water . . . the time that
we went to those ruins, and you wore the primroses I picked for
you. And I used to read over all your letters, and remember all
the things you used to say. Downstairs, under the writing-table,
there is a black, tin cash-box—the key is on my bunch—Mrs.
Parkin will give it you. It's where I've kept everything that has
reminded me of you, all this time. Will you take it back with
you? . . . You don't know how you've helped me all these,years—
I wanted to tell you that . . . When I was in difhculties, I used to
wonder how you would have liked me to act . . . When I was
lonely and low-spirited, I used to tell myself that you were happy."
He paused for breath, and his voice died slowly in the stillness of
the room. " You were quite right," he murmured almost inaudibly,
" I see it all quite clearly now."
She was bending over him, and was framing his face in her two
hands.
"Say I was wrong," she pleaded passionately. "Say I was
wicked, wrong. I loved you, Alec . . . I was promised to you. I
should have been so happy with you, dear . . . Alec, my Alec,
do not die . . . God will not let you die . . . He cannot be so
cruel . . . Come back, Alec ... I love you . . . Do you hear,
my Alec ? I love you . . . Ethel loves you . . . Before God I
love you ... I was promised to you ... I broke my word . . .
I loved you all the time, but I did not know it . . . Forgive me,
my Alec . . . forgive me ... I shall love you always."
He passed his fingers over her forehead tentatively, as if he were
in darkness.
"Ethel, every day, every hour, all these years, you have been
with me. And now I am going away. Kiss me—just once—
just once. There can be no wrong in it now."
She
to Morecqmbe, and that walk along the seashore, when the tide
caught us, and I carried you across the water . . . the time that
we went to those ruins, and you wore the primroses I picked for
you. And I used to read over all your letters, and remember all
the things you used to say. Downstairs, under the writing-table,
there is a black, tin cash-box—the key is on my bunch—Mrs.
Parkin will give it you. It's where I've kept everything that has
reminded me of you, all this time. Will you take it back with
you? . . . You don't know how you've helped me all these,years—
I wanted to tell you that . . . When I was in difhculties, I used to
wonder how you would have liked me to act . . . When I was
lonely and low-spirited, I used to tell myself that you were happy."
He paused for breath, and his voice died slowly in the stillness of
the room. " You were quite right," he murmured almost inaudibly,
" I see it all quite clearly now."
She was bending over him, and was framing his face in her two
hands.
"Say I was wrong," she pleaded passionately. "Say I was
wicked, wrong. I loved you, Alec . . . I was promised to you. I
should have been so happy with you, dear . . . Alec, my Alec,
do not die . . . God will not let you die . . . He cannot be so
cruel . . . Come back, Alec ... I love you . . . Do you hear,
my Alec ? I love you . . . Ethel loves you . . . Before God I
love you ... I was promised to you ... I broke my word . . .
I loved you all the time, but I did not know it . . . Forgive me,
my Alec . . . forgive me ... I shall love you always."
He passed his fingers over her forehead tentatively, as if he were
in darkness.
"Ethel, every day, every hour, all these years, you have been
with me. And now I am going away. Kiss me—just once—
just once. There can be no wrong in it now."
She