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|Castle In The Clouds, Chapters 27 & 28 (standard:drama, 2805 words) [14/21] show all parts|
|Author: Brian Cross||Added: May 13 2010||Views/Reads: 1189/817||Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|If Veronica Day needed any proof that she is a prisoner in the castle awaiting Llewelyn's return, she has it now. But help is at hand from an unlikely source.Continuation of my drama,'Castle In The Clouds'.|
Chapter Twenty Seven Gibbings waited in the rain, he waited for an hour as a steady stream poured from the hood of his dark cape, his few possessions packed in a bag deposited at his feet, before finally accepting that Veronica wasn't coming. Following his revelations to her, his anxiety at leaving the island had dissolved into some kind of foolish hope that this beautiful woman who he secretly admired could somehow lead him to a better life, enabling him to fully provide for his daughter Alexandra. Now that hope had been dashed. But as he'd stood there hunched from the rain, his feelings had taken a strange turn - he'd begun to wonder whether Veronica hadn't changed her mind, whether something or someone within the castle had changed it for her - wonder had turned into apprehension, an outright concern, an inner foreboding that he couldn't understand but nonetheless experienced. He glanced across the field to the drawing room window where so often he'd been aware of shadowy figures watching, but now there wasn't a soul. The castle seemed closed around a woman he now thought he loved, but that he could become aware of as much in the hour he'd stood there was something he couldn't comprehend. Perhaps the feeling had always existed but he'd fought against it, on account of her background. Now what did he do? Charge the castle, confront the big butler Dawson and force him to let Veronica go? If indeed he was holding her against her will. But if he failed he might make things worse for her - surely at the moment no harm could befall Veronica. Mr. Llewellyn wouldn't want that - and yet she had said that he wasn't sane, and Dawson was a nasty man who'd carry out whatever he wanted. Gibbings decided then that he wouldn't go to the castle - not yet - he'd seek out Mr. Hambleton at the inn, he would know what to do - Gibbings scooped up his bag, hoisted it onto his shoulder and set out for the inn. * * * A single rap on the door heralded Dawson's uninvited entry into Veronica's room. Unsmiling, he crossed close to her, outstretching an arm. 'Your coat madam - I will see that it is dried.' 'Really, Dawson, it will dry of its own accord,' Veronica said stiffly. 'I insist.' He snatched her coat from the stand. 'You do not have my consent to remove my clothing Dawson.' Veronica raised her hand slightly, stared into uncompromising grey eyes. Dawson ignored her, taking large strides to the door as Veronica bit her lip, holding back her rising temper. 'Madam,' he said upon reaching it, 'your permission is not required. I have Mr. Llewellyn's authority to ensure that your comfort and safety are respected at all times.' 'I have already advised Mr. Llewellyn -' 'Those are his instructions to me,' Dawson interrupted brusquely. 'Then would you care to enlighten me, as to how far this authority extends?' 'Wherever it is necessary to enforce it,' the gravel voice was unyielding, flat and with a hint of warning. 'I dislike the word "enforce." Veronica came slowly forward, hands on hips; 'In effect I am a prisoner within these walls, is that it, Dawson?' Click here to read the rest of this story (278 more lines)
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