Patricia Wentworth

Patricia Wentworth

Summary

Portrait of Patricia Wentworth Patricia Wentworth A Wedding Day (1911)

Elizabeth set down the lamp, knelt in the dust and caught his hand in hers, which trembled now. In that twilight place of her imagining they had met, she knew that once and for all, and with the knowledge apathy melted from her heart, and with a warm rush came back the desire for life. If death had let them go, should they not take their lives?
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Portrait of Patricia Wentworth Patricia Wentworth A Wedding Day (1911)

Kill! Kill! Kill!”
She was wondering if there were anyone left to kill besides herself, when, above the noise, and from the opposite quarter, she heard the short, sharp clattering noise that shod hoofs make when a horse is either bolting, or being ridden at a speed which spells out panic.
Elizabeth parted the stiff oleander stems and looked out. The air was grey with the twilight now, but she could see the mud wall that bounded the garden, and beyond it the dusty road. As she looked the dust flew up in a thick cloud, and a man on a black horse drove into sight.
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Portrait of Patricia Wentworth Patricia Wentworth A Wedding Day (1911)

Elizabeth was past being frightened now. She turned back to the house, stepped over young Carter’s body, took the lamp from her husband’s table and went out with it towards the gate. She held the lamp well up above her head, and her hand was as steady as a rock. She had no fear of being seen. The dust was in John Oswald’s throat, and the dust was in his eyes. Through its blinding, choking clouds the lamp shone, and he looked up out of his torment and saw its light falling upon Elizabeth.
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