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By
an
earnest
repetition
of
this
entreaty
,
poured
out
in
all
the
agony
of
such
a
moment
,
Sissy
at
last
brought
her
to
be
silent
,
and
to
look
at
her
with
a
tearless
face
of
stone
.
'
Rachael
,
Stephen
may
be
living
.
You
would
n't
leave
him
lying
maimed
at
the
bottom
of
this
dreadful
place
,
a
moment
,
if
you
could
bring
help
to
him
?
'
'
No
,
no
,
no
!
'
'
Do
n't
stir
from
here
,
for
his
sake
!
Let
me
go
and
listen
.
'
She
shuddered
to
approach
the
pit
;
but
she
crept
towards
it
on
her
hands
and
knees
,
and
called
to
him
as
loud
as
she
could
call
.
She
listened
,
but
no
sound
replied
.
She
called
again
and
listened
;
still
no
answering
sound
.
She
did
this
,
twenty
,
thirty
times
.
She
took
a
little
clod
of
earth
from
the
broken
ground
where
he
had
stumbled
,
and
threw
it
in
.
She
could
not
hear
it
fall
.
The
wide
prospect
,
so
beautiful
in
its
stillness
but
a
few
minutes
ago
,
almost
carried
despair
to
her
brave
heart
,
as
she
rose
and
looked
all
round
her
,
seeing
no
help
.
'
Rachael
,
we
must
lose
not
a
moment
.
We
must
go
in
different
directions
,
seeking
aid
.
You
shall
go
by
the
way
we
have
come
,
and
I
will
go
forward
by
the
path
.
Tell
any
one
you
see
,
and
every
one
what
has
happened
.
Think
of
Stephen
,
think
of
Stephen
!
'
She
knew
by
Rachael
's
face
that
she
might
trust
her
now
.
And
after
standing
for
a
moment
to
see
her
running
,
wringing
her
hands
as
she
ran
,
she
turned
and
went
upon
her
own
search
;
she
stopped
at
the
hedge
to
tie
her
shawl
there
as
a
guide
to
the
place
,
then
threw
her
bonnet
aside
,
and
ran
as
she
had
never
run
before
.
Run
,
Sissy
,
run
,
in
Heaven
's
name
!
Do
n't
stop
for
breath
.
Run
,
run
!
Quickening
herself
by
carrying
such
entreaties
in
her
thoughts
,
she
ran
from
field
to
field
,
and
lane
to
lane
,
and
place
to
place
,
as
she
had
never
run
before
;
until
she
came
to
a
shed
by
an
engine-house
,
where
two
men
lay
in
the
shade
,
asleep
on
straw
.
First
to
wake
them
,
and
next
to
tell
them
,
all
so
wild
and
breathless
as
she
was
,
what
had
brought
her
there
,
were
difficulties
;
but
they
no
sooner
understood
her
than
their
spirits
were
on
fire
like
hers
.
One
of
the
men
was
in
a
drunken
slumber
,
but
on
his
comrade
's
shouting
to
him
that
a
man
had
fallen
down
the
Old
Hell
Shaft
,
he
started
out
to
a
pool
of
dirty
water
,
put
his
head
in
it
,
and
came
back
sober
.
