She backed away, amazed as the thing buzzed loudly in
the center of the room. Was
there anything at all in those locked rooms of her aunt’s mind? Were they fully
furnished and only a little dusty and cobwebby and in need of an airing, or were
they stark vacancy except, perhaps, for a cockroach or so or the gnawing of a
rat? What was the mental equivalent of a rat’s gnawing? The image was going
astray. And yet the secondary emotion was one of
suspicion. Over an old crazy bedstead was thrown a squalid,
patchwork counterpane; and upon the counterpane lay a black hood and scarf, a
pair of bodice of the cumbrous form in vogue at the beginning of the last
century, and some other articles of female attire. Jonathan mixed with the group, and, sure of his prey, abided his
time. The girl’s gaze met his in interested
inquiry. “Is it your maid?” he asked. He was yellow and coarse of
hair; flea-bitten, too; and even as he smiled at Ruth and wagged his stumpy tail,
he was forced to turn savagely upon one of these disturbers who had no sense of
the fitness of things. Whether it was the nun’s habit or the
harlot’s clothing that distressed her more, he could not begin to guess. Mr. Maggot held up a lantern, which she found in the
shop. He likewise gave directions that in the after part of the day a
whole bullock should be roasted on the green and distributed, together with a
barrel of the strongest ale.
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