By William Faulkner
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Aye! something would go along, bobbing up and down in the swell, till presently there would be a swift ripple of a fin, and then there was no more pirate. (p. As with‘A Dream of Red Hands’,‘The Red Stockade’ reveals Stoker’s mastery of Gothic details, though both focus on plausible human behaviour rather than supernatural mystery. 47 The story features a London merchant,Arthur Fernlee Markam, who, vacationing in Scotland, dresses as a Highland chieftain, to his family’s embarrassment and the amusement of the locals.
Sea came a ceaseless muffled roar, which 41 02 Chapters One, Two, Three_26_10_2010:Layout 1 25/10/2010 16:33 Page 42 Bram Stoker seemed . . Whenever the fog-belts would lift or disperse, or disappear inland before the gusts of wind,the sea would look as though swept with growing anger; for though there were neither big waves as during a storm, nor a great swell as after one, all the surface of the water as far as the eye could reach was covered with little waves tipped with white. Closer together grew these waves as the day wore on, the angrier ever the curl of the white water where they broke.
138–9). Instead of leaving, however, Haliday watches the performance with his wife. When the trap fails to open, Mortimer is killed, and the narrator later picks up pieces of the broken trap as well as a ‘queerlooking piece of flat steel . . that didn’t belong to the trap’ (p. 141). Concluding that Haliday sabotaged it, he throws the piece away, not revealing the truth until he tells the snowbound company: I was not called at the inquest . . So nothing was known; and all went on as usual. Except that after that Mrs Haliday didn’t stand in the wings during the harlequinade, and she was as loving to her old husband as a woman can be.