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It
rose
under
my
hand
,
and
the
door
yielded
.
Looking
in
,
I
saw
a
lighted
candle
on
a
table
,
a
bench
,
and
a
mattress
on
a
truckle
bedstead
.
As
there
was
a
loft
above
,
I
called
,
"
Is
there
any
one
here
?
"
but
no
voice
answered
.
Then
I
looked
at
my
watch
,
and
,
finding
that
it
was
past
nine
,
called
again
,
"
Is
there
any
one
here
?
"
There
being
still
no
answer
,
I
went
out
at
the
door
,
irresolute
what
to
do
.
It
was
beginning
to
rain
fast
.
Seeing
nothing
save
what
I
had
seen
already
,
I
turned
back
into
the
house
,
and
stood
just
within
the
shelter
of
the
doorway
,
looking
out
into
the
night
.
While
I
was
considering
that
some
one
must
have
been
there
lately
and
must
soon
be
coming
back
,
or
the
candle
would
not
be
burning
,
it
came
into
my
head
to
look
if
the
wick
were
long
.
I
turned
round
to
do
so
,
and
had
taken
up
the
candle
in
my
hand
,
when
it
was
extinguished
by
some
violent
shock
;
and
the
next
thing
I
comprehended
was
,
that
I
had
been
caught
in
a
strong
running
noose
,
thrown
over
my
head
from
behind
.
"
Now
,
"
said
a
suppressed
voice
with
an
oath
,
"
I
’
ve
got
you
!
"
"
What
is
this
?
"
I
cried
,
struggling
.
"
Who
is
it
?
Help
,
help
,
help
!
"
Not
only
were
my
arms
pulled
close
to
my
sides
,
but
the
pressure
on
my
bad
arm
caused
me
exquisite
pain
.
Sometimes
,
a
strong
man
’
s
hand
,
sometimes
a
strong
man
’
s
breast
,
was
set
against
my
mouth
to
deaden
my
cries
,
and
with
a
hot
breath
always
close
to
me
,
I
struggled
ineffectually
in
the
dark
,
while
I
was
fastened
tight
to
the
wall
.
"
And
now
,
"
said
the
suppressed
voice
with
another
oath
,
"
call
out
again
,
and
I
’
ll
make
short
work
of
you
!
"
Faint
and
sick
with
the
pain
of
my
injured
arm
,
bewildered
by
the
surprise
,
and
yet
conscious
how
easily
this
threat
could
be
put
in
execution
,
I
desisted
,
and
tried
to
ease
my
arm
were
it
ever
so
little
.
But
,
it
was
bound
too
tight
for
that
.
I
felt
as
if
,
having
been
burnt
before
,
it
were
now
being
boiled
.
The
sudden
exclusion
of
the
night
,
and
the
substitution
of
black
darkness
in
its
place
,
warned
me
that
the
man
had
closed
a
shutter
.
After
groping
about
for
a
little
,
he
found
the
flint
and
steel
he
wanted
,
and
began
to
strike
a
light
.
I
strained
my
sight
upon
the
sparks
that
fell
among
the
tinder
,
and
upon
which
he
breathed
and
breathed
,
match
in
hand
,
but
I
could
only
see
his
lips
,
and
the
blue
point
of
the
match
;
even
those
but
fitfully
.
The
tinder
was
damp
—
no
wonder
there
—
and
one
after
another
the
sparks
died
out
.
The
man
was
in
no
hurry
,
and
struck
again
with
the
flint
and
steel
.
As
the
sparks
fell
thick
and
bright
about
him
,
I
could
see
his
hands
,
and
touches
of
his
face
,
and
could
make
out
that
he
was
seated
and
bending
over
the
table
;
but
nothing
more
.
Presently
I
saw
his
blue
lips
again
,
breathing
on
the
tinder
,
and
then
a
flare
of
light
flashed
up
,
and
showed
me
Orlick
.
