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THIS
IS
THE
END
OF
THE
SECOND
STAGE
OF
PIP
’
S
EXPECTATIONS
.
It
was
fortunate
for
me
that
I
had
to
take
precautions
to
ensure
(
so
far
as
I
could
)
the
safety
of
my
dreaded
visitor
;
for
,
this
thought
pressing
on
me
when
I
awoke
,
held
other
thoughts
in
a
confused
concourse
at
a
distance
.
The
impossibility
of
keeping
him
concealed
in
the
chambers
was
self
-
evident
.
It
could
not
be
done
,
and
the
attempt
to
do
it
would
inevitably
engender
suspicion
.
True
,
I
had
no
Avenger
in
my
service
now
,
but
I
was
looked
after
by
an
inflammatory
old
female
,
assisted
by
an
animated
rag
-
bag
whom
she
called
her
niece
,
and
to
keep
a
room
secret
from
them
would
be
to
invite
curiosity
and
exaggeration
.
They
both
had
weak
eyes
,
which
I
had
long
attributed
to
their
chronically
looking
in
at
keyholes
,
and
they
were
always
at
hand
when
not
wanted
;
indeed
that
was
their
only
reliable
quality
besides
larceny
.
Not
to
get
up
a
mystery
with
these
people
,
I
resolved
to
announce
in
the
morning
that
my
uncle
had
unexpectedly
come
from
the
country
.
This
course
I
decided
on
while
I
was
yet
groping
about
in
the
darkness
for
the
means
of
getting
a
light
.
Not
stumbling
on
the
means
after
all
,
I
was
fain
to
go
out
to
the
adjacent
Lodge
and
get
the
watchman
there
to
come
with
his
lantern
.
Now
,
in
groping
my
way
down
the
black
staircase
I
fell
over
something
,
and
that
something
was
a
man
crouching
in
a
corner
.
As
the
man
made
no
answer
when
I
asked
him
what
he
did
there
,
but
eluded
my
touch
in
silence
,
I
ran
to
the
Lodge
and
urged
the
watchman
to
come
quickly
;
telling
him
of
the
incident
on
the
way
back
.
The
wind
being
as
fierce
as
ever
,
we
did
not
care
to
endanger
the
light
in
the
lantern
by
rekindling
the
extinguished
lamps
on
the
staircase
,
but
we
examined
the
staircase
from
the
bottom
to
the
top
and
found
no
one
there
.
It
then
occurred
to
me
as
possible
that
the
man
might
have
slipped
into
my
rooms
;
so
,
lighting
my
candle
at
the
watchman
’
s
,
and
leaving
him
standing
at
the
door
,
I
examined
them
carefully
,
including
the
room
in
which
my
dreaded
guest
lay
asleep
.
All
was
quiet
,
and
assuredly
no
other
man
was
in
those
chambers
.
It
troubled
me
that
there
should
have
been
a
lurker
on
the
stairs
,
on
that
night
of
all
nights
in
the
year
,
and
I
asked
the
watchman
,
on
the
chance
of
eliciting
some
hopeful
explanation
as
I
handed
him
a
dram
at
the
door
,
whether
he
had
admitted
at
his
gate
any
gentleman
who
had
perceptibly
been
dining
out
?
Yes
,
he
said
;
at
different
times
of
the
night
,
three
.
One
lived
in
Fountain
Court
,
and
the
other
two
lived
in
the
Lane
,
and
he
had
seen
them
all
go
home
.
Again
,
the
only
other
man
who
dwelt
in
the
house
of
which
my
chambers
formed
a
part
had
been
in
the
country
for
some
weeks
,
and
he
certainly
had
not
returned
in
the
night
,
because
we
had
seen
his
door
with
his
seal
on
it
as
we
came
up
-
stairs
.
"
The
night
being
so
bad
,
sir
,
"
said
the
watchman
,
as
he
gave
me
back
my
glass
,
"
uncommon
few
have
come
in
at
my
gate
.
Besides
them
three
gentlemen
that
I
have
named
,
I
don
’
t
call
to
mind
another
since
about
eleven
o
’
clock
,
when
a
stranger
asked
for
you
.
"
"
My
uncle
,
"
I
muttered
.
"
Yes
.
"
