him; such pain
it is, the old sweet music reviving through his frame, and the charm
of his passion filing him afresh. Still was fair Lucy the one woman to
Richard. He had forbidden her name but from an instinct of self-defence.
Must the maids of baser metal dominate him anew, it is in Lucy's shape.
Thinking of her now so near him--his darling! all her graces, her
sweetness, her truth; for, despite his bitter blame of her, he knew her
true--swam in a thousand visions before his eyes; visions pathetic,
and full of glory, that now wrung his heart, and now elated it. As well
might a ship attempt to calm the sea, as this young man the violent
emotion that began to rage in his breast. "I shall not see her!" he said
to himself exultingly, and at the same instant thought, how black
was every corner of the earth but that one spot where Lucy stood! how
utterly cheerless the place he was going to! Then he determined to bear
it; to live in darkness; there was a refuge in the idea of a voluntary
martyrdom. "For if I chose I could see her--this day within an hour!--I
could see her, and touch her hand, and, oh, heaven!--But I do not
choose." And a great wave swelled through him, and was crushed down only
to swell again more stormily.

Then Tom Bakewell's words recurred to him that young Tom Blaize was
uncertain where to go for her, and that she might be thrown on this
Babylon alone. And flying from point to point, it struck him that they
had known at Raynham of her return, and had sent him to town to be out
of the way--they had been miserably plotting against him once more.
"They shall see what right they have to fear me. I'll shame them!" was
the first turn taken by his wrathful feelings, as he resolved to go, and
see her safe, and calmly return to his uncle, whom he sincerely believed
not to be one of the conspirators. Nevertheless, after forming that
resolve, he sat still, as if there were something fatal in the wheels
that bore him away from it--perhaps because he knew, as some do when
passion is lord, that his intelligence juggled with him; though none the
less keenly did he feel his wrongs and suspicions. His Golden Bride was
waning fast. But when Hippias ejaculated to cheer him: "We shall soon
be there!" the spell broke. Richard stopped the cab, saying he wanted to
speak to Tom, and would ride with him the rest of the journey. He knew
well enough which line of railway his Lucy must come by. He had studied
every town and statio