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She
ran
back
,
and
caught
her
round
the
neck
.
Rachael
had
already
started
up
.
'
What
is
the
matter
?
'
'
I
do
n't
know
.
There
is
a
hat
lying
in
the
grass
.
'
They
went
forward
together
.
Rachael
took
it
up
,
shaking
from
head
to
foot
.
She
broke
into
a
passion
of
tears
and
lamentations
:
Stephen
Blackpool
was
written
in
his
own
hand
on
the
inside
.
'
O
the
poor
lad
,
the
poor
lad
!
He
has
been
made
away
with
.
He
is
lying
murdered
here
!
'
'
Is
there
--
has
the
hat
any
blood
upon
it
?
'
Sissy
faltered
.
They
were
afraid
to
look
;
but
they
did
examine
it
,
and
found
no
mark
of
violence
,
inside
or
out
.
It
had
been
lying
there
some
days
,
for
rain
and
dew
had
stained
it
,
and
the
mark
of
its
shape
was
on
the
grass
where
it
had
fallen
.
They
looked
fearfully
about
them
,
without
moving
,
but
could
see
nothing
more
.
'
Rachael
,
'
Sissy
whispered
,
'
I
will
go
on
a
little
by
myself
.
'
She
had
unclasped
her
hand
,
and
was
in
the
act
of
stepping
forward
,
when
Rachael
caught
her
in
both
arms
with
a
scream
that
resounded
over
the
wide
landscape
.
Before
them
,
at
their
very
feet
,
was
the
brink
of
a
black
ragged
chasm
hidden
by
the
thick
grass
.
They
sprang
back
,
and
fell
upon
their
knees
,
each
hiding
her
face
upon
the
other
's
neck
.
'
O
,
my
good
Lord
!
He
's
down
there
!
Down
there
!
'
At
first
this
,
and
her
terrific
screams
,
were
all
that
could
be
got
from
Rachael
,
by
any
tears
,
by
any
prayers
,
by
any
representations
,
by
any
means
.
It
was
impossible
to
hush
her
;
and
it
was
deadly
necessary
to
hold
her
,
or
she
would
have
flung
herself
down
the
shaft
.
'
Rachael
,
dear
Rachael
,
good
Rachael
,
for
the
love
of
Heaven
,
not
these
dreadful
cries
!
Think
of
Stephen
,
think
of
Stephen
,
think
of
Stephen
!
'
