Nunca regresaron. Nunca encontraron sus cuerpos. Eso fue lo peor de todo. Para Framton, todo eso resultaba sencillamente horrible. Con respecto a la dieta no se ponen de acuerdo.
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Nuttel," said a very self-possessed young lady of fifteen; "in the meantime you must try and put up with me. Framton Nuttel endeavored to say the correct something which should duly flatter the niece of the moment without unduly discounting the aunt that was to come. Privately he doubted more than ever whether these formal visits on a succession of total strangers would do much towards helping the nerve cure which he was supposed to be undergoing.
I shall just give you letters of introduction to all the people I know there. Some of them, as far as I can remember, were quite nice. Framton wondered whether Mrs. Sappleton, the lady to whom he was presenting one of the letters of introduction came into the nice division.
He made the last statement in a tone of distinct regret. He was wondering whether Mrs. Sappleton was in the married or widowed state. An undefinable something about the room seemed to suggest masculine habitation. Nunca regresaron. Nunca encontraron sus cuerpos. Eso fue lo peor de todo. They never came back. In crossing the moor to their favorite snipe-shooting ground they were all three engulfed in a treacherous piece of bog. It had been that dreadful wet summer, you know, and places that were safe in other years gave way suddenly without warning.
Their bodies were never recovered. That was the dreadful part of it. That is why the window is kept open every evening till it is quite dusk. She broke off with a little shudder. It was a relief to Framton when the aunt bustled into the room with a whirl of apologies for being late in making her appearance.
Sappleton briskly; "my husband and brothers will be home directly from shooting, and they always come in this way. Para Framton, todo eso resultaba sencillamente horrible. She rattled on cheerfully about the shooting and the scarcity of birds, and the prospects for duck in the winter. To Framton it was all purely horrible. He made a desperate but only partially successful effort to turn the talk on to a less ghastly topic, he was conscious that his hostess was giving him only a fragment of her attention, and her eyes were constantly straying past him to the open window and the lawn beyond.
It was certainly an unfortunate coincidence that he should have paid his visit on this tragic anniversary. Con respecto a la dieta no se ponen de acuerdo. Sappleton, in a voice which only replaced a yawn at the last moment. Then she suddenly brightened into alert attention--but not to what Framton was saying. Framton shivered slightly and turned towards the niece with a look intended to convey sympathetic comprehension.
The child was staring out through the open window with a dazed horror in her eyes. In a chill shock of nameless fear Framton swung round in his seat and looked in the same direction. A tired brown spaniel kept close at their heels. Noiselessly they neared the house, and then a hoarse young voice chanted out of the dusk: "I said, Bertie, why do you bound? Un ciclista que iba por el camino tuvo que hacerse a un lado para evitar un choque inminente.
Framton grabbed wildly at his stick and hat; the hall door, the gravel drive, and the front gate were dimly noted stages in his headlong retreat. A cyclist coming along the road had to run into the hedge to avoid imminent collision. Who was that who bolted out as we came up? Nuttel," said Mrs. Sappleton; "could only talk about his illnesses, and dashed off without a word of goodby or apology when you arrived. One would think he had seen a ghost. He was once hunted into a cemetery somewhere on the banks of the Ganges by a pack of pariah dogs, and had to spend the night in a newly dug grave with the creatures snarling and grinning and foaming just above him.
Enough to make anyone lose their nerve.
Hector Hugh Munro
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