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maternal instinct and that unaccountable fear。







〃Suddenly coming to himself; parched; he de…



manded a drink of water。  She did not move。  She



had not understood; though he may have thought



he was speaking in English。  He waited; looking at



her; burning with fever; amazed at her silence and



immobility; and then he shouted impatiently;



'Water!  Give me water!'







〃She jumped to her feet; snatched up the child;



and stood still。  He spoke to her; and his passion…



ate remonstrances only increased her fear of that



strange man。  I believe he spoke to her for a long



time; entreating; wondering; pleading; ordering; I



suppose。  She says she bore it as long as she could。



And then a gust of rage came over him。







〃He sat up and called out terribly one word



some word。  Then he got up as though he hadn't



been ill at all; she says。  And as in fevered dismay;



indignation; and wonder he tried to get to her



round the table; she simply opened the door and ran



out with the child in her arms。  She heard him call



twice after her down the road in a terrible voice



and fled。 。 。 。  Ah! but you should have seen stir…



ring behind the dull; blurred glance of these eyes



the spectre of the fear which had hunted her on



that night three miles and a half to the door of Fos…



ter's cottage!  I did the next day。







〃And it was I who found him lying face down



and his body in a puddle; just outside the little



wicket…gate。







〃I had been called out that night to an urgent



case in the village; and on my way home at day…



break passed by the cottage。  The door stood open。



My man helped me to carry him in。  We laid him



on the couch。  The lamp smoked; the fire was out;



the chill of the stormy night oozed from the cheer…



less yellow paper on the wall。  'Amy!' I called



aloud; and my voice seemed to lose itself in the



emptiness of this tiny house as if I had cried in a



desert。  He opened his eyes。  'Gone!' he said dis…



tinctly。  'I had only asked for wateronly for a



little water。 。 。 。'







〃He was muddy。  I covered him up and stood



waiting in silence; catching a painfully gasped



word now and then。  They were no longer in his



own language。  The fever had left him; taking



with it the heat of life。  And with his panting



breast and lustrous eyes he reminded me again of a



wild creature under the net; of a bird caught in a



snare。  She had left him。  She had left himsick



helplessthirsty。  The spear of the hunter had



entered his very soul。  'Why?' he cried in the pen…



etrating and indignant voice of a man calling to a



responsible Maker。  A gust of wind and a swish of



rain answered。







〃And as I turned away to shut the door he pro…



nounced the word 'Merciful!' and expired。







〃Eventually I certified heart…failure as the im…



mediate cause of death。  His heart must have in…



deed failed him; or else he might have stood this



night of storm and exposure; too。  I closed his eyes



and drove away。  Not very far from the cottage I



met Foster walking sturdily between the dripping



hedges with his collie at his heels。







〃'Do you know where your daughter is?' I



asked。







〃'Don't I!' he cried。  'I am going to talk to



him a bit。  Frightening a poor woman like this。'







〃'He won't frighten her any more;' I said。



'He is dead。'







〃He struck with his stick at the mud。







〃'And there's the child。'







〃Then; after thinking deeply for a while







〃'I don't know that it isn't for the best。'







〃That's what he said。  And she says nothing at



all now。  Not a word of him。  Never。  Is his im…



age as utterly gone from her mind as his lithe and



striding figure; his carolling voice are gone from



our fields?  He is no longer before her eyes to ex…



cite her imagination into a passion of love or fear;



and his memory seems to have vanished from her



dull brain as a shadow passes away upon a white



screen。  She lives in the cottage and works for Miss



Swaffer。  She is Amy Foster for everybody; and



the child is 'Amy Foster's boy。'  She calls him



Johnnywhich means Little John。







〃It is impossible to say whether this name re…



calls anything to her。  Does she ever think of the



past?  I have seen her hanging over the boy's cot



in a very passion of maternal tenderness。  The lit…



tle fellow was lying on his back; a little frightened



at me; but very still; with his big black eyes; with



his fluttered air of a bird in a snare。  And looking



at him I seemed to see again the other onethe



father; cast out mysteriously by the sea to perish



in the supreme disaster of loneliness and despair。〃



























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