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"
Not
a
ha
’
porth
.
Different
gangs
and
different
ships
.
He
was
tried
again
for
prison
breaking
,
and
got
made
a
Lifer
.
"
"
And
was
that
—
Honor
!
—
the
only
time
you
worked
out
,
in
this
part
of
the
country
?
"
"
The
only
time
.
"
"
What
might
have
been
your
opinion
of
the
place
?
"
"
A
most
beastly
place
.
Mudbank
,
mist
,
swamp
,
and
work
;
work
,
swamp
,
mist
,
and
mudbank
.
"
They
both
execrated
the
place
in
very
strong
language
,
and
gradually
growled
themselves
out
,
and
had
nothing
left
to
say
.
After
overhearing
this
dialogue
,
I
should
assuredly
have
got
down
and
been
left
in
the
solitude
and
darkness
of
the
highway
,
but
for
feeling
certain
that
the
man
had
no
suspicion
of
my
identity
.
Indeed
,
I
was
not
only
so
changed
in
the
course
of
nature
,
but
so
differently
dressed
and
so
differently
circumstanced
,
that
it
was
not
at
all
likely
he
could
have
known
me
without
accidental
help
.
Still
,
the
coincidence
of
our
being
together
on
the
coach
,
was
sufficiently
strange
to
fill
me
with
a
dread
that
some
other
coincidence
might
at
any
moment
connect
me
,
in
his
hearing
,
with
my
name
.
For
this
reason
,
I
resolved
to
alight
as
soon
as
we
touched
the
town
,
and
put
myself
out
of
his
hearing
.
This
device
I
executed
successfully
.
My
little
portmanteau
was
in
the
boot
under
my
feet
;
I
had
but
to
turn
a
hinge
to
get
it
out
;
I
threw
it
down
before
me
,
got
down
after
it
,
and
was
left
at
the
first
lamp
on
the
first
stones
of
the
town
pavement
.
As
to
the
convicts
,
they
went
their
way
with
the
coach
,
and
I
knew
at
what
point
they
would
be
spirited
off
to
the
river
.
In
my
fancy
,
I
saw
the
boat
with
its
convict
crew
waiting
for
them
at
the
slime
-
washed
stairs
—
again
heard
the
gruff
"
Give
way
,
you
!
"
like
and
order
to
dogs
—
again
saw
the
wicked
Noah
’
s
Ark
lying
out
on
the
black
water
.
I
could
not
have
said
what
I
was
afraid
of
,
for
my
fear
was
altogether
undefined
and
vague
,
but
there
was
great
fear
upon
me
.
As
I
walked
on
to
the
hotel
,
I
felt
that
a
dread
,
much
exceeding
the
mere
apprehension
of
a
painful
or
disagreeable
recognition
,
made
me
tremble
.
I
am
confident
that
it
took
no
distinctness
of
shape
,
and
that
it
was
the
revival
for
a
few
minutes
of
the
terror
of
childhood
.
The
coffee
-
room
at
the
Blue
Boar
was
empty
,
and
I
had
not
only
ordered
my
dinner
there
,
but
had
sat
down
to
it
,
before
the
waiter
knew
me
.
As
soon
as
he
had
apologized
for
the
remissness
of
his
memory
,
he
asked
me
if
he
should
send
Boots
for
Mr
.
Pumblechook
?
