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Wife gets sucked under quicksand wearing a pith hat
Arthur PottsCatling
He is a wealthy aristocrat in the early 20th century. He is adventurous, impulsive, and romantic. He encounters a woman on a train and becomes instantly captivated by her beauty and charm. He follows her to the desert, where she dies in a tragic accident. Despite the loss, he remains deeply in love with her memory and carries it with him throughout his life.
Ladies in pith hats
They are wealthy socialites traveling on a train in the early 20th century. They are curious, talkative, and somewhat gullible. They engage with Arthur after meeting him on the train and are eager to hear about his supposed adventures. In reality, Arthur has just met a woman who will change his life, and their interaction sets off a series of events leading to an accidental tragedy.
The mysterious woman
She is a young woman wearing a long coat and gloves, encountered by Arthur on a train. She is enigmatic, beautiful, and captivating. Their brief encounter leads to a deeper connection, resulting in her following him to the desert. Tragedy strikes when she dies in a pit of quicksand due to Arthur's carelessness. Her presence has a lasting impact on Arthur, shaping his emotions and actions thereafter.
It was a most singular encounter.
I was on the train, and she was opposite me.
At first, I thought she was a man; then I thought she was a nun.
She wore a long coat, gloves, and a pith hat.
The ladies in the adjacent compartment were talking about me in a most annoying way.
They speculated whether I was married, what my profession was, and whether I had "means."
They were wrong on all counts, but they were correct in saying that I was "handsome in a rather old-fashioned way."
As the train rattled through the countryside, the mysterious woman opposite me suddenly stood up and left the compartment.
I watched her disappear into the corridor, then I followed her into the next compartment.
The ladies in the pith hats were still talking about me.
One of them suddenly gasped and whispered to the others, "It’s him! The man from the previous compartment!"
All of them gasped and whispered to each other.
One of them asked me point-blank if I was on my honeymoon.
I told her that I wasn’t, but that I had just met someone very special.
They all nodded knowingly at each other.
As we continued through the countryside, I kept an eye on the compartment where the mysterious woman had gone.
After a while, she returned wearing only her gloves and a thin dress.
She sat opposite me again and looked at me with an intense stare.
I lean forward in my seat, conscious of the ladies' whispers from the adjacent compartment growing louder.
The mysterious woman's thin dress reveals more than her coat did, making me uncomfortably aware of her figure.
The train lurches around a bend, and I steady myself against the window frame.
"Your attire," I say, trying to keep my voice steady, "it's quite a change."
She remains silent, those dark eyes fixed on mine.
Her gloved hands rest perfectly still in her lap.
The rhythmic clatter of wheels fills the silence between us.
Finally, she reaches up and adjusts her remaining pith hat, a deliberate movement that draws my attention to her face.
The compartment's warmth grows stifling as she shifts forward in her seat.
Her perfume, previously subtle, now fills the air - jasmine with an undertone of something metallic.
Her gloved fingers grip the armrest, knuckles visibly tense through the fabric.
Outside, the passing landscape dims as clouds obscure the afternoon sun, casting shadows across her face.
I lean in closer, drawn by her intensity.
Behind us, the ladies' chatter becomes muffled background noise.
She glances at the compartment door, checking if anyone's watching.
Her lips part slightly, revealing a small scar at the corner of her mouth.
