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Alterations
have
been
made
in
that
part
of
the
Temple
since
that
time
,
and
it
has
not
now
so
lonely
a
character
as
it
had
then
,
nor
is
it
so
exposed
to
the
river
.
We
lived
at
the
top
of
the
last
house
,
and
the
wind
rushing
up
the
river
shook
the
house
that
night
,
like
discharges
of
cannon
,
or
breakings
of
a
sea
.
When
the
rain
came
with
it
and
dashed
against
the
windows
,
I
thought
,
raising
my
eyes
to
them
as
they
rocked
,
that
I
might
have
fancied
myself
in
a
storm
-
beaten
lighthouse
.
Occasionally
,
the
smoke
came
rolling
down
the
chimney
as
though
it
could
not
bear
to
go
out
into
such
a
night
;
and
when
I
set
the
doors
open
and
looked
down
the
staircase
,
the
staircase
lamps
were
blown
out
;
and
when
I
shaded
my
face
with
my
hands
and
looked
through
the
black
windows
(
opening
them
ever
so
little
was
out
of
the
question
in
the
teeth
of
such
wind
and
rain
)
,
I
saw
that
the
lamps
in
the
court
were
blown
out
,
and
that
the
lamps
on
the
bridges
and
the
shore
were
shuddering
,
and
that
the
coal
-
fires
in
barges
on
the
river
were
being
carried
away
before
the
wind
like
red
-
hot
splashes
in
the
rain
.
I
read
with
my
watch
upon
the
table
,
purposing
to
close
my
book
at
eleven
o
’
clock
.
As
I
shut
it
,
Saint
Paul
’
s
,
and
all
the
many
church
-
clocks
in
the
City
—
some
leading
,
some
accompanying
,
some
following
—
struck
that
hour
.
The
sound
was
curiously
flawed
by
the
wind
;
and
I
was
listening
,
and
thinking
how
the
wind
assailed
and
tore
it
,
when
I
heard
a
footstep
on
the
stair
.
What
nervous
folly
made
me
start
,
and
awfully
connect
it
with
the
footstep
of
my
dead
sister
,
matters
not
.
It
was
past
in
a
moment
,
and
I
listened
again
,
and
heard
the
footstep
stumble
in
coming
on
.
Remembering
then
,
that
the
staircase
-
lights
were
blown
out
,
I
took
up
my
reading
-
lamp
and
went
out
to
the
stair
-
head
.
Whoever
was
below
had
stopped
on
seeing
my
lamp
,
for
all
was
quiet
.
"
There
is
some
one
down
there
,
is
there
not
?
"
I
called
out
,
looking
down
.
"
Yes
,
"
said
a
voice
from
the
darkness
beneath
.
"
What
floor
do
you
want
?
"
"
The
top
.
Mr
.
Pip
.
"
"
That
is
my
name
.
—
There
is
nothing
the
matter
?
"
"
Nothing
the
matter
,
"
returned
the
voice
.
And
the
man
came
on
.
I
stood
with
my
lamp
held
out
over
the
stair
-
rail
,
and
he
came
slowly
within
its
light
.
It
was
a
shaded
lamp
,
to
shine
upon
a
book
,
and
its
circle
of
light
was
very
contracted
;
so
that
he
was
in
it
for
a
mere
instant
,
and
then
out
of
it
.
