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As
I
had
asked
for
a
night
-
light
,
the
chamberlain
had
brought
me
in
,
before
he
left
me
,
the
good
old
constitutional
rushlight
of
those
virtuous
days
.
—
an
object
like
the
ghost
of
a
walking
-
cane
,
which
instantly
broke
its
back
if
it
were
touched
,
which
nothing
could
ever
be
lighted
at
,
and
which
was
placed
in
solitary
confinement
at
the
bottom
of
a
high
tin
tower
,
perforated
with
round
holes
that
made
a
staringly
wide
-
awake
pattern
on
the
walls
.
When
I
had
got
into
bed
,
and
lay
there
footsore
,
weary
,
and
wretched
,
I
found
that
I
could
no
more
close
my
own
eyes
than
I
could
close
the
eyes
of
this
foolish
Argus
.
And
thus
,
in
the
gloom
and
death
of
the
night
,
we
stared
at
one
another
.
What
a
doleful
night
!
How
anxious
,
how
dismal
,
how
long
!
There
was
an
inhospitable
smell
in
the
room
,
of
cold
soot
and
hot
dust
;
and
,
as
I
looked
up
into
the
corners
of
the
tester
over
my
head
,
I
thought
what
a
number
of
blue
-
bottle
flies
from
the
butchers
’
,
and
earwigs
from
the
market
,
and
grubs
from
the
country
,
must
be
holding
on
up
there
,
lying
by
for
next
summer
.
This
led
me
to
speculate
whether
any
of
them
ever
tumbled
down
,
and
then
I
fancied
that
I
felt
light
falls
on
my
face
—
a
disagreeable
turn
of
thought
,
suggesting
other
and
more
objectionable
approaches
up
my
back
.
When
I
had
lain
awake
a
little
while
,
those
extraordinary
voices
with
which
silence
teems
began
to
make
themselves
audible
.
The
closet
whispered
,
the
fireplace
sighed
,
the
little
washing
-
stand
ticked
,
and
one
guitar
-
string
played
occasionally
in
the
chest
of
drawers
.
At
about
the
same
time
,
the
eyes
on
the
wall
acquired
a
new
expression
,
and
in
every
one
of
those
staring
rounds
I
saw
written
,
DON
’
T
GO
HOME
.
Whatever
night
-
fancies
and
night
-
noises
crowded
on
me
,
they
never
warded
off
this
DON
’
T
GO
HOME
.
It
plaited
itself
into
whatever
I
thought
of
,
as
a
bodily
pain
would
have
done
.
Not
long
before
,
I
had
read
in
the
newspapers
,
how
a
gentleman
unknown
had
come
to
the
Hummums
in
the
night
,
and
had
gone
to
bed
,
and
had
destroyed
himself
,
and
had
been
found
in
the
morning
weltering
in
blood
.
It
came
into
my
head
that
he
must
have
occupied
this
very
vault
of
mine
,
and
I
got
out
of
bed
to
assure
myself
that
there
were
no
red
marks
about
;
then
opened
the
door
to
look
out
into
the
passages
,
and
cheer
myself
with
the
companionship
of
a
distant
light
,
near
which
I
knew
the
chamberlain
to
be
dozing
.
But
all
this
time
,
why
I
was
not
to
go
home
,
and
what
had
happened
at
home
,
and
when
I
should
go
home
,
and
whether
Provis
was
safe
at
home
,
were
questions
occupying
my
mind
so
busily
,
that
one
might
have
supposed
there
could
be
no
more
room
in
it
for
any
other
theme
.
Even
when
I
thought
of
Estella
,
and
how
we
had
parted
that
day
forever
,
and
when
I
recalled
all
the
circumstances
of
our
parting
,
and
all
her
looks
and
tones
,
and
the
action
of
her
fingers
while
she
knitted
—
even
then
I
was
pursuing
,
here
and
there
and
everywhere
,
the
caution
,
Don
’
t
go
home
.
When
at
last
I
dozed
,
in
sheer
exhaustion
of
mind
and
body
,
it
became
a
vast
shadowy
verb
which
I
had
to
conjugate
.
Imperative
mood
,
present
tense
:
Do
not
thou
go
home
,
let
him
not
go
home
,
let
us
not
go
home
,
do
not
ye
or
you
go
home
,
let
not
them
go
home
.
Then
potentially
:
I
may
not
and
I
cannot
go
home
;
and
I
might
not
,
could
not
,
would
not
,
and
should
not
go
home
;
until
I
felt
that
I
was
going
distracted
,
and
rolled
over
on
the
pillow
,
and
looked
at
the
staring
rounds
upon
the
wall
again
.
I
had
left
directions
that
I
was
to
be
called
at
seven
;
for
it
was
plain
that
I
must
see
Wemmick
before
seeing
any
one
else
,
and
equally
plain
that
this
was
a
case
in
which
his
Walworth
sentiments
only
could
be
taken
.
It
was
a
relief
to
get
out
of
the
room
where
the
night
had
been
so
miserable
,
and
I
needed
no
second
knocking
at
the
door
to
startle
me
from
my
uneasy
bed
.
The
Castle
battlements
arose
upon
my
view
at
eight
o
’
clock
.
The
little
servant
happening
to
be
entering
the
fortress
with
two
hot
rolls
,
I
passed
through
the
postern
and
crossed
the
drawbridge
in
her
company
,
and
so
came
without
announcement
into
the
presence
of
Wemmick
as
he
was
making
tea
for
himself
and
the
Aged
.
An
open
door
afforded
a
perspective
view
of
the
Aged
in
bed
.
"
Halloa
,
Mr
.
Pip
!
"
said
Wemmick
.
"
You
did
come
home
,
then
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
I
returned
;
"
but
I
didn
’
t
go
home
.
"
"
That
’
s
all
right
,
"
said
he
,
rubbing
his
hands
.
"
I
left
a
note
for
you
at
each
of
the
Temple
gates
,
on
the
chance
.
Which
gate
did
you
come
to
?
"
I
told
him
.
