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.His attire was faultless, his bearing easy and graceful, the look which he turned upon me open, free, and devoid of any suggestion of rudeness.Nevertheless it affected me with a distinct emotion which on subsequent analysis in memory appeared to be compounded of hatred and dread – I am unwilling to call it fear.A second later the man and woman had disappeared.They seemed to have a trick of disappearing.On entering the house, however, I saw them through the open doorway of the parlor as I passed; they had merely stepped through a window which opened down to the floor.Cautiously ›approached‹ on the subject of her new guests my landlady proved not ungracious.Restated with, I hope, some small reverence for English grammar the facts were these: the two girls were Pauline and Eva Maynard of San Francisco; the elder was Pauline.The man was Richard Benning, their guardian, who had been the most intimate friend of their father, now deceased.Mr.Benning had brought them to Brownville in the hope that the mountain climate might benefit Eva, who was thought to be in danger of consumption.Upon these short and simple annals the landlady wrought an embroidery of eulogium which abundantly attested her faith in Mr.Benning's will and ability to pay for the best that her house afforded.That he had a good heart was evident to her from his devotion to his two beautiful wards and his really touching solicitude for their comfort.The evidence impressed me as insufficient and I silently found the Scotch verdict, ›Not proven.‹Certainly Mr.Benning was most attentive to his wards.In my strolls about the country I frequently encountered them – sometimes in company with other guests of the hotel – exploring the gulches, fishing, rifle shooting, and otherwise wiling away the monotony of country life; and although I watched them as closely as good manners would permit I saw nothing that would in any way explain the strange words that I had overheard in the wood.I had grown tolerably well acquainted with the young ladies and could exchange looks and even greetings with their guardian without actual repugnance.A month went by and I had almost ceased to interest myself in their affairs when one night our entire little community was thrown into excitement by an event which vividly recalled my experience in the forest.This was the death of the elder girl, Pauline.The sisters had occupied the same bedroom on the third floor of the house.Waking in the gray of the morning Eva had found Pauline dead beside her.Later, when the poor girl was weeping beside the body amid a throng of sympathetic if not very considerate persons, Mr.Benning entered the room and appeared to be about to take her hand.She drew away from the side of the dead and moved slowly toward the door.»It is you,« she said – »you who have done this.You – you – you!«»She is raving,« he said in a low voice.He followed her, step by step, as she retreated, his eyes fixed upon hers with a steady gaze in which there was nothing of tenderness nor of compassion.She stopped; the hand that she had raised in accusation fell to her side, her dilated eyes contracted visibly, the lids slowly dropped over them, veiling their strange wild beauty, and she stood motionless and almost as white as the dead girl lying near.The man took her hand and put his arm gently about her shoulders, as if to support her.Suddenly she burst into a passion of tears and clung to him as a child to its mother.He smiled with a smile that affected me most disagreeably – perhaps any kind of smile would have done so – and led her silently out of the room.There was an inquest – and the customary verdict: the deceased, it appeared, came to her death through ›heart disease.‹ It was before the invention of heart failure, though the heart of poor Pauline had indubitably failed.The body was embalmed and taken to San Francisco by some one summoned thence for the purpose, neither Eva nor Benning accompanying it.Some of the hotel gossips ventured to think that very strange, and a few hardy spirits went so far as to think it very strange indeed; but the good landlady generously threw herself into the breach, saying it was owing to the precarious nature of the girl's health.It is not of record that either of the two persons most affected and apparently least concerned made any explanation.One evening about a week after the death I went out upon the veranda of the hotel to get a book that I had left there.Under some vines shutting out the moonlight from a part of the space I saw Richard Benning, for whose apparition I was prepared by having previously heard the low, sweet voice of Eva Maynard, whom also I now discerned, standing before him with one hand raised to his shoulder and her eyes, as nearly as I could judge, gazing upward into his.He held her disengaged hand and his head was bent with a singular dignity and grace.Their attitude was that of lovers, and as I stood in deep shadow to observe I felt even guiltier than on that memorable night in the wood.I was about to retire, when the girl spoke, and the contrast between her words and her attitude was so surprising that I remained, because I had merely forgotten to go away.»You will take my life,« she said, »as you did Pauline's.I know your intention as well as I know your power, and I ask nothing, only that you finish your work without needless delay and let me be at peace.«He made no reply – merely let go the hand that he was holding, removed the other from his shoulder, and turning away descended the steps leading to the garden and disappeared in the shrubbery.But a moment later I heard, seemingly from a great distance, his fine clear voice in a barbaric chant, which as I listened brought before some inner spiritual sense a consciousness of some far, strange land peopled with beings having forbidden powers.The song held me in a kind of spell, but when it had died away I recovered and instantly perceived what I thought an opportunity.I walked out of my shadow to where the girl stood.She turned and stared at me with something of the look, it seemed to me, of a hunted hare.Possibly my intrusion had frightened her.»Miss Maynard,« I said, »I beg you to tell me who that man is and the nature of his power over you.Perhaps this is rude in me, but it is not a matter for idle civilities.When a woman is in danger any man has a right to act.«She listened without visible emotion – almost I thought without interest, and when I had finished she closed her big blue eyes as if unspeakably weary.»You can do nothing,« she said
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