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"
I
am
usually
an
extremely
sound
sleeper
.
It
has
been
a
standing
jest
in
the
family
that
nothing
could
ever
wake
me
during
the
night
.
And
yet
somehow
on
that
particular
night
,
whether
it
may
have
been
the
slight
excitement
produced
by
my
little
adventure
or
not
I
know
not
,
but
I
slept
much
more
lightly
than
usual
.
Half
in
my
dreams
I
was
dimly
conscious
that
something
was
going
on
in
the
room
,
and
gradually
became
aware
that
my
wife
had
dressed
herself
and
was
slipping
on
her
mantle
and
her
bonnet
.
My
lips
were
parted
to
murmur
out
some
sleepy
words
of
surprise
or
remonstrance
at
this
untimely
preparation
,
when
suddenly
my
half-opened
eyes
fell
upon
her
face
,
illuminated
by
the
candle-light
,
and
astonishment
held
me
dumb
.
She
wore
an
expression
such
as
I
had
never
seen
before
--
such
as
I
should
have
thought
her
incapable
of
assuming
.
She
was
deadly
pale
and
breathing
fast
,
glancing
furtively
towards
the
bed
as
she
fastened
her
mantle
to
see
if
she
had
disturbed
me
.
Then
thinking
that
I
was
still
asleep
,
she
slipped
noiselessly
from
the
room
,
and
an
instant
later
I
heard
a
sharp
creaking
which
could
only
come
from
the
hinges
of
the
front
door
.
I
sat
up
in
bed
and
rapped
my
knuckles
against
the
rail
to
make
certain
that
I
was
truly
awake
.
Then
I
took
my
watch
from
under
the
pillow
.
It
was
three
in
the
morning
.
What
on
this
earth
could
my
wife
be
doing
out
on
the
country
road
at
three
in
the
morning
?
"
I
had
sat
for
about
twenty
minutes
turning
the
thing
over
in
my
mind
and
trying
to
find
some
possible
explanation
.
The
more
I
thought
,
the
more
extraordinary
and
inexplicable
did
it
appear
.
I
was
still
puzzling
over
it
when
I
heard
the
door
gently
close
again
,
and
her
footsteps
coming
up
the
stairs
.
"
'
Where
in
the
world
have
you
been
,
Effie
?
"
I
asked
as
she
entered
.
"
She
gave
a
violent
start
and
a
kind
of
gasping
cry
when
I
spoke
,
and
that
cry
and
start
troubled
me
more
than
all
the
rest
,
for
there
was
something
indescribably
guilty
about
them
.
My
wife
had
always
been
a
woman
of
a
frank
,
open
nature
,
and
it
gave
me
a
chill
to
see
her
slinking
into
her
own
room
and
crying
out
and
wincing
when
her
own
husband
spoke
to
her
.
"
'
You
awake
,
Jack
!
"
she
cried
with
a
nervous
laugh
.
'
Why
,
I
thought
that
nothing
could
awake
you
.
'
"
'
Where
have
you
been
?
"
I
asked
,
more
sternly
.
"
'
I
do
n't
wonder
that
you
are
surprised
,
"
said
she
,
and
I
could
see
that
her
fingers
were
trembling
as
she
undid
the
fastenings
of
her
mantle
.
'
Why
,
I
never
remember
having
done
such
a
thing
in
my
life
before
.
The
fact
is
that
I
felt
as
though
I
were
choking
and
had
a
perfect
longing
for
a
breath
of
fresh
air
.
I
really
think
that
I
should
have
fainted
if
I
had
not
gone
out
.
I
stood
at
the
door
for
a
few
minutes
,
and
now
I
am
quite
myself
again
.
'
"
All
the
time
that
she
was
telling
me
this
story
she
never
once
looked
in
my
direction
,
and
her
voice
was
quite
unlike
her
usual
tones
.
It
was
evident
to
me
that
she
was
saying
what
was
false
.
I
said
nothing
in
reply
,
but
turned
my
face
to
the
wall
,
sick
at
heart
,
with
my
mind
filled
with
a
thousand
venomous
doubts
and
suspicions
.
What
was
it
that
my
wife
was
concealing
from
me
?
Where
had
she
been
during
that
strange
expedition
?
I
felt
that
I
should
have
no
peace
until
I
knew
,
and
yet
I
shrank
from
asking
her
again
after
once
she
had
told
me
what
was
false
.
All
the
rest
of
the
night
I
tossed
and
tumbled
,
framing
theory
after
theory
,
each
more
unlikely
than
the
last
.
