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"
There
’
s
something
wrong
,
"
said
he
,
without
stopping
,
"
up
at
your
place
,
Pip
.
Run
all
!
"
"
What
is
it
?
"
I
asked
,
keeping
up
with
him
.
So
did
Orlick
,
at
my
side
.
"
I
can
’
t
quite
understand
.
The
house
seems
to
have
been
violently
entered
when
Joe
Gargery
was
out
.
Supposed
by
convicts
.
Somebody
has
been
attacked
and
hurt
.
"
We
were
running
too
fast
to
admit
of
more
being
said
,
and
we
made
no
stop
until
we
got
into
our
kitchen
.
It
was
full
of
people
;
the
whole
village
was
there
,
or
in
the
yard
;
and
there
was
a
surgeon
,
and
there
was
Joe
,
and
there
were
a
group
of
women
,
all
on
the
floor
in
the
midst
of
the
kitchen
.
The
unemployed
bystanders
drew
back
when
they
saw
me
,
and
so
I
became
aware
of
my
sister
—
lying
without
sense
or
movement
on
the
bare
boards
where
she
had
been
knocked
down
by
a
tremendous
blow
on
the
back
of
the
head
,
dealt
by
some
unknown
hand
when
her
face
was
turned
towards
the
fire
—
destined
never
to
be
on
the
Rampage
again
,
while
she
was
the
wife
of
Joe
.
With
my
head
full
of
George
Barnwell
,
I
was
at
first
disposed
to
believe
that
I
must
have
had
some
hand
in
the
attack
upon
my
sister
,
or
at
all
events
that
as
her
near
relation
,
popularly
known
to
be
under
obligations
to
her
,
I
was
a
more
legitimate
object
of
suspicion
than
any
one
else
.
But
when
,
in
the
clearer
light
of
next
morning
,
I
began
to
reconsider
the
matter
and
to
hear
it
discussed
around
me
on
all
sides
,
I
took
another
view
of
the
case
,
which
was
more
reasonable
.
Joe
had
been
at
the
Three
Jolly
Bargemen
,
smoking
his
pipe
,
from
a
quarter
after
eight
o
’
clock
to
a
quarter
before
ten
.
While
he
was
there
,
my
sister
had
been
seen
standing
at
the
kitchen
door
,
and
had
exchanged
Good
Night
with
a
farm
-
laborer
going
home
.
The
man
could
not
be
more
particular
as
to
the
time
at
which
he
saw
her
(
he
got
into
dense
confusion
when
he
tried
to
be
)
,
than
that
it
must
have
been
before
nine
.
When
Joe
went
home
at
five
minutes
before
ten
,
he
found
her
struck
down
on
the
floor
,
and
promptly
called
in
assistance
.
The
fire
had
not
then
burnt
unusually
low
,
nor
was
the
snuff
of
the
candle
very
long
;
the
candle
,
however
,
had
been
blown
out
.
Nothing
had
been
taken
away
from
any
part
of
the
house
.
Neither
,
beyond
the
blowing
out
of
the
candle
—
which
stood
on
a
table
between
the
door
and
my
sister
,
and
was
behind
her
when
she
stood
facing
the
fire
and
was
struck
—
was
there
any
disarrangement
of
the
kitchen
,
excepting
such
as
she
herself
had
made
,
in
falling
and
bleeding
.
But
,
there
was
one
remarkable
piece
of
evidence
on
the
spot
.
She
had
been
struck
with
something
blunt
and
heavy
,
on
the
head
and
spine
;
after
the
blows
were
dealt
,
something
heavy
had
been
thrown
down
at
her
with
considerable
violence
,
as
she
lay
on
her
face
.
And
on
the
ground
beside
her
,
when
Joe
picked
her
up
,
was
a
convict
’
s
leg
-
iron
which
had
been
filed
asunder
.
Now
,
Joe
,
examining
this
iron
with
a
smith
’
s
eye
,
declared
it
to
have
been
filed
asunder
some
time
ago
.
The
hue
and
cry
going
off
to
the
Hulks
,
and
people
coming
thence
to
examine
the
iron
,
Joe
’
s
opinion
was
corroborated
.
They
did
not
undertake
to
say
when
it
had
left
the
prison
-
ships
to
which
it
undoubtedly
had
once
belonged
;
but
they
claimed
to
know
for
certain
that
that
particular
manacle
had
not
been
worn
by
either
of
the
two
convicts
who
had
escaped
last
night
.
Further
,
one
of
those
two
was
already
retaken
,
and
had
not
freed
himself
of
his
iron
.
Knowing
what
I
knew
,
I
set
up
an
inference
of
my
own
here
.
I
believed
the
iron
to
be
my
convict
’
s
iron
—
the
iron
I
had
seen
and
heard
him
filing
at
,
on
the
marshes
—
but
my
mind
did
not
accuse
him
of
having
put
it
to
its
latest
use
.
For
I
believed
one
of
two
other
persons
to
have
become
possessed
of
it
,
and
to
have
turned
it
to
this
cruel
account
.
Either
Orlick
,
or
the
strange
man
who
had
shown
me
the
file
.
