Algernon Blackwood

Algernon Blackwood

Summary

Portrait of Algernon Blackwood Algernon Blackwood The Boy Messenger

Partly by train, partly on foot, they had come to a charming village, not much more than a dozen miles from London Bridge, and were sitting at tea looking out upon the garden of the inn. The dusk, like a thin veil, gathered silently’ about them, and a curtain of wintry mist, half moisture from the near woodlands, half smoke from the village, hung over the tumbled cottage roofs and shrouded the crests of the elm trees that circled the green.
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Portrait of Algernon Blackwood Algernon Blackwood The Boy Messenger

The boy made no audible reply, but danced about lightly in the twilight in the middle of the lane, while the smile flitted over his face like the reflections of an unseen lantern and the others ran wildly from corner to corner, till the imp hat finally won six pence. It was easy for him to win. The moment he made for a corner, its occupant fled screaming into the lane. It was impossible, they felt, to contest the points of a merely human game with such a creature of the shadows and the dusk.
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Portrait of Algernon Blackwood Algernon Blackwood The Boy Messenger

The game was over and they were girding up their loins to follow the boy to the Black Horse first, and afterwards to their own inn, when, with a quick motion like the rush of a bird, he darted to the younger girl, flung down all the coppers into her hands, before she even guessed what he was about, whispered some words close to her face, uttered a shrill cry of laughter⁠—and was gone!
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