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"
'
Some
day
,
perhaps
,
but
not
just
at
present
,
Jack
.
'
"
So
I
had
to
be
content
with
that
,
though
it
was
the
first
time
that
there
had
ever
been
any
secret
between
us
.
I
gave
her
a
check
,
and
I
never
thought
any
more
of
the
matter
.
It
may
have
nothing
to
do
with
what
came
afterwards
,
but
I
thought
it
only
right
to
mention
it
.
"
Well
,
I
told
you
just
now
that
there
is
a
cottage
not
far
from
our
house
.
There
is
just
a
field
between
us
,
but
to
reach
it
you
have
to
go
along
the
road
and
then
turn
down
a
lane
.
Just
beyond
it
is
a
nice
little
grove
of
Scotch
firs
,
and
I
used
to
be
very
fond
of
strolling
down
there
,
for
trees
are
always
a
neighbourly
kind
of
thing
.
The
cottage
had
been
standing
empty
this
eight
months
,
and
it
was
a
pity
,
for
it
was
a
pretty
two-storied
place
,
with
an
old-fashioned
porch
and
a
honeysuckle
about
it
.
I
have
stood
many
a
time
and
thought
what
a
neat
little
homestead
it
would
make
.
"
Well
,
last
Monday
evening
I
was
taking
a
stroll
down
that
way
when
I
met
an
empty
van
coming
up
the
lane
and
saw
a
pile
of
carpets
and
things
lying
about
on
the
grass-plot
beside
the
porch
.
It
was
clear
that
the
cottage
had
at
last
been
let
.
I
walked
past
it
,
and
then
stopping
,
as
an
idle
man
might
,
I
ran
my
eye
over
it
and
wondered
what
sort
of
folk
they
were
who
had
come
to
live
so
near
us
.
And
as
I
looked
I
suddenly
became
aware
that
a
face
was
watching
me
out
of
one
of
the
upper
windows
.
"
I
do
n't
know
what
there
was
about
that
face
,
Mr.
Holmes
,
but
it
seemed
to
send
a
chill
right
down
my
back
.
I
was
some
little
way
off
,
so
that
I
could
not
make
out
the
features
,
but
there
was
something
unnatural
and
inhuman
about
the
face
.
That
was
the
impression
that
I
had
,
and
I
moved
quickly
forward
to
get
a
nearer
view
of
the
person
who
was
watching
me
.
But
as
I
did
so
the
face
suddenly
disappeared
,
so
suddenly
that
it
seemed
to
have
been
plucked
away
into
the
darkness
of
the
room
.
I
stood
for
five
minutes
thinking
the
business
over
and
trying
to
analyze
my
impressions
.
I
could
not
tell
if
the
face
was
that
of
a
man
or
a
woman
.
It
had
been
too
far
from
me
for
that
.
But
its
colour
was
what
had
impressed
me
most
.
It
was
of
a
livid
chalky
white
,
and
with
something
set
and
rigid
about
it
which
was
shockingly
unnatural
.
So
disturbed
was
I
that
I
determined
to
see
a
little
more
of
the
new
inmates
of
the
cottage
.
I
approached
and
knocked
at
the
door
,
which
was
instantly
opened
by
a
tall
,
gaunt
woman
with
a
harsh
,
forbidding
face
.
"
'
What
may
you
be
wantin
'
?
"
she
asked
in
a
Northern
accent
.
"
I
am
your
neighbour
over
yonder
,
"
said
I
,
nodding
towards
my
house
.
'
I
see
that
you
have
only
just
moved
in
,
so
I
thought
that
if
I
could
be
of
any
help
to
you
in
any
--
'
"
'
Ay
,
We
'll
just
ask
ye
when
we
want
ye
,
"
said
she
,
and
shut
the
door
in
my
face
.
Annoyed
at
the
churlish
rebuff
,
I
turned
my
back
and
walked
home
.
All
evening
,
though
I
tried
to
think
of
other
things
,
my
mind
would
still
turn
to
the
apparition
at
the
window
and
the
rudeness
of
the
woman
.
I
determined
to
say
nothing
about
the
former
to
my
wife
,
for
she
is
a
nervous
,
highly
strung
woman
,
and
I
had
no
wish
that
she
should
share
the
unpleasant
impression
which
had
been
produced
upon
myself
.
I
remarked
to
her
,
however
,
before
I
fell
asleep
,
that
the
cottage
was
now
occupied
,
to
which
she
returned
no
reply
.
