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The People of the Mist

Chapter 2 The Swearing of the Oath

Word Count: 3288    |    Released on: 18/11/2017

e passed without a word, closing the hall door behind him. Outside snow was falling, thou

urther conversation with any male member of that family. As it chanced, however, he found himself face to face not with Arthur, but with Jane herself, who perhaps had never looked more beautiful than she did at this moment in the snow and the moonlight. Indeed, whene

vously, "why do you go with

s was the last sight which he should win of his love for many a year, and therefore his

and his words were

n those thin shoes through the

h a cold as would kill me; then I should be out of my troubles. Let us g

rd; "it is a hundred yards away, and

ind the snow

use put his arms around Jane, and lifting her as though she were a child, he bore her down the path which led to the summer-house. She was heavy, but, sooth to say, he could have wished the jo

safe in her lover's arms that it seemed to her as though she never wished to sp

ane. It was because your father has dismissed me from th

e girl, lifting her

" he answered wit

whispered, taking

y father embezzled all my money. The sins of the father are visited upon the children, you see. Also he has done this with more than

shi

he said, "and oh! L

be as well not to ma

ie first," she sa

always die when it happen

e said, beginning to cry. "Where a

o me I will stick to you. The luck is against me now, but I have it in me to see that through. I love you a

t love me more than I love you, but I can never make you under

f Jane heard, at that moment her filial affections wer

rrying one whom she does wish to marry. Now you know my address at my club in town; letters sent there will always reach me, and it is scarcely possible for your father or anybody else to prevent you from writing and posting a letter. If you want my help or to communicate in any way, I shall expect to

d, but you put t

me, love, and I must be plain - this

t was none other than the distant voice of Mr. Beach, calli

out by the back door, but mother must have been up to my room

been saying good-bye to me. It is not

about her lover's neck and burying her beautiful face upon his breast, she began t

now, and he kissed her and comforted her as he might best, even going so far as to mingle his tears with hers, tears of wh

t in memory of me, Leonard," and thrusting her hand into the bosom

e had vanished back into the snow and darkness, passing out of Leonard'

Sighing heavily, he opened the packet and examined its contents by the feeble moonlight. They were not large: a prayer-book bound in morocco, he

which was yet warm from Jane's shoulders, he also turned and vanished

stuffed birds and fishes, and chiefly remarkable for its wide old-fashioned fireplace with wrought-iron dogs. There was no lamp in the room when Leonard entered,

eamer, the brown eyes were large and reflective, and the mouth sensitive as a child's. He was a scholar and a

e said, looking up absent

ry," answered

you been do

want t

urse. Did y

told him al

his brother had finished. "Given the situation

e worked out, I don't quite see the fun of it. But if you ask me what I think she wi

t want to know more. But I have always understood that it is the peculiar glory of their

k a great deal more of their own hours of ease than of th

period of his life. He had sustained a most terrible reverse, and do what he might he could never quite escape from the shadow of his father's disgrace, or put out of his mind the stain with which his father had dimmed the honour of his family. And now a new misfort

on to suppose that she would exhibit greater determination in the matter of their engagement than her general lack of strength might lead him to anticipate. Besides, and here his common sense came in, would it be wise that she should do so? After all, what had he to offer her, and were not his hopes o

words and outward behaviour, for at

they were alone again, Tom spoke to his b

do to-night, Le

I suppose,"

her again, "what do you say to hav

Tom, but it wi

hurt us, old fellow," said Tom, laying

e scene of a recent sale one of the most desolate sights in the world. Never had the old house looked grander or more eloquent of the past than it did on that night to the two brothers who were dispossessed of their heritage. They wandered round it in silence, gazing affe

go in,"

f ecclesiastical design. This window was filled with the armorial bearings of many generations of the Outram family, wrought in stained glass and placed in couples, for next to each coat of

nard," said Tom, pointing to these;

"I suppose that the Cohens boast some so

ave the good taste to begin a new

the painted window, the memorial of so much forgotten grandeur, and illumining

tto which alternated pretty regularly with a second device tha

think that our family never needed such consolations more, if indeed there are any to be found in mottoes. Our H

not we retrieve the past? Let us take that motto - the more ancient one - for an omen, an

fail in the struggle, at least the star

wear an oath with me? It seems childish, but I think that un

h?" asked

t fortune to enable us to repurchase our lost home; that we will never return here

ted a moment,

ls me, I wil

wner. Among the articles which remained was a very valuable and ancient bible, one of the first ever printed indeed, that stood upon an oaken stand in the centre of the hall, to which it was securely chained. Tom led the way to this

t again till we can call it ours once more. We swear that we will follow this, the purpose of our lives, till death destroys us and i

God!" repe

ad said, the thing was childish, but if so, at the least it was solemn and touching. Their cause seemed hopeless indeed; but if faith can move mountains, much more can honest endeavour attain its ends. In that hour th

word came from Jane Beach, and for good or ill the chains of the oa

s were nearing the shores of Africa, the land

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The People of the Mist
The People of the Mist
“Henry Rider was a British Victorian writer known for his adventure novels set is exotic places. His writings are sympathetic to the natives. He often portrayed Africans as heroic in his stories even though the main characters are usually European. This lost race novel begins as an exciting African adventure. Leonard Outram is a British adventurer who is in Africa seeking his fortune. He becomes part of the rescue of a Portuguese woman from a large slave camp. Leonard, his companion Otter and the girl set off and find the people of the mist. They then impersonate gods and priests with the hope of getting the people's hoard of jewels.”
1 Author's Note2 Chapter 1 The Sins of the Father are Visited on the Children3 Chapter 2 The Swearing of the Oath4 Chapter 3 After Seven Years5 Chapter 4 The Last Vigil6 Chapter 5 Otter Gives Counsel7 Chapter 6 The Tale of Soa8 Chapter 7 Leonard Swears on the Blood of Aca9 Chapter 8 The Start10 Chapter 9 The Yellow Devil's Nest11 Chapter 10 Leonard Makes a Plan12 Chapter 11 That Hero Otter13 Chapter 12 A Choice Lot14 Chapter 13 A Midnight Marriage15 Chapter 14 Vengeance16 Chapter 15 Disillusion17 Chapter 16 Misunderstandings18 Chapter 17 The Death of Mavoom19 Chapter 18 Soa Shows Her Teeth20 Chapter 19 The End of the Journey21 Chapter 20 The Coming of Aca22 Chapter 21 The Folly of Otter23 Chapter 22 The Temple of Jal24 Chapter 23 How Juanna Conquered Nam25 Chapter 24 Olfan Tells of the Rubies26 Chapter 25 The Sacrifice after the New Order27 Chapter 26 The Last of the Settlement Men28 Chapter 27 Father and Daughter29 Chapter 28 Juanna Prevaricates30 Chapter 29 The Trial of the Gods31 Chapter 30 Francisco's Expiation32 Chapter 31 The White Dawn33 Chapter 32 How Otter Fought the Water Dweller34 Chapter 33 Trapped35 Chapter 34 Nam's Last Argument36 Chapter 35 Be Noble or be Base37 Chapter 36 How Otter Came Back38 Chapter 37 "I Am Repaid, Queen"39 Chapter 38 The Triumph of Nam40 Chapter 39 The Passing of the Bridge41 Chapter 40 Otter's Farewell