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He
stopped
in
his
looking
at
me
,
and
slowly
rubbed
his
right
hand
over
his
head
.
"
It
’
s
disapinting
to
a
man
,
"
he
said
,
in
a
coarse
broken
voice
,
"
arter
having
looked
for
’
ard
so
distant
,
and
come
so
fur
;
but
you
’
re
not
to
blame
for
that
—
neither
on
us
is
to
blame
for
that
.
I
’
ll
speak
in
half
a
minute
.
Give
me
half
a
minute
,
please
.
"
He
sat
down
on
a
chair
that
stood
before
the
fire
,
and
covered
his
forehead
with
his
large
brown
veinous
hands
.
I
looked
at
him
attentively
then
,
and
recoiled
a
little
from
him
;
but
I
did
not
know
him
.
"
There
’
s
no
one
nigh
,
"
said
he
,
looking
over
his
shoulder
;
"
is
there
?
"
"
Why
do
you
,
a
stranger
coming
into
my
rooms
at
this
time
of
the
night
,
ask
that
question
?
"
said
I
.
"
You
’
re
a
game
one
,
"
he
returned
,
shaking
his
head
at
me
with
a
deliberate
affection
,
at
once
most
unintelligible
and
most
exasperating
;
"
I
’
m
glad
you
’
ve
grow
’
d
up
,
a
game
one
!
But
don
’
t
catch
hold
of
me
.
You
’
d
be
sorry
arterwards
to
have
done
it
.
"
I
relinquished
the
intention
he
had
detected
,
for
I
knew
him
!
Even
yet
I
could
not
recall
a
single
feature
,
but
I
knew
him
!
If
the
wind
and
the
rain
had
driven
away
the
intervening
years
,
had
scattered
all
the
intervening
objects
,
had
swept
us
to
the
churchyard
where
we
first
stood
face
to
face
on
such
different
levels
,
I
could
not
have
known
my
convict
more
distinctly
than
I
knew
him
now
as
he
sat
in
the
chair
before
the
fire
.
No
need
to
take
a
file
from
his
pocket
and
show
it
to
me
;
no
need
to
take
the
handkerchief
from
his
neck
and
twist
it
round
his
head
;
no
need
to
hug
himself
with
both
his
arms
,
and
take
a
shivering
turn
across
the
room
,
looking
back
at
me
for
recognition
.
I
knew
him
before
he
gave
me
one
of
those
aids
,
though
,
a
moment
before
,
I
had
not
been
conscious
of
remotely
suspecting
his
identity
.
He
came
back
to
where
I
stood
,
and
again
held
out
both
his
hands
.
Not
knowing
what
to
do
—
for
,
in
my
astonishment
I
had
lost
my
self
-
possession
—
I
reluctantly
gave
him
my
hands
.
He
grasped
them
heartily
,
raised
them
to
his
lips
,
kissed
them
,
and
still
held
them
.
"
You
acted
noble
,
my
boy
,
"
said
he
.
"
Noble
,
Pip
!
And
I
have
never
forgot
it
!
"
At
a
change
in
his
manner
as
if
he
were
even
going
to
embrace
me
,
I
laid
a
hand
upon
his
breast
and
put
him
away
.
