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When
he
had
drunk
this
second
time
,
he
rose
from
the
bench
on
which
he
sat
,
and
pushed
the
table
aside
.
Then
,
he
took
up
the
candle
,
and
,
shading
it
with
his
murderous
hand
so
as
to
throw
its
light
on
me
,
stood
before
me
,
looking
at
me
and
enjoying
the
sight
.
"
Wolf
,
I
’
ll
tell
you
something
more
.
It
was
Old
Orlick
as
you
tumbled
over
on
your
stairs
that
night
.
"
I
saw
the
staircase
with
its
extinguished
lamps
.
I
saw
the
shadows
of
the
heavy
stair
-
rails
,
thrown
by
the
watchman
’
s
lantern
on
the
wall
.
I
saw
the
rooms
that
I
was
never
to
see
again
;
here
,
a
door
half
open
;
there
,
a
door
closed
;
all
the
articles
of
furniture
around
.
"
And
why
was
Old
Orlick
there
?
I
’
ll
tell
you
something
more
,
wolf
.
You
and
her
have
pretty
well
hunted
me
out
of
this
country
,
so
far
as
getting
a
easy
living
in
it
goes
,
and
I
’
ve
took
up
with
new
companions
,
and
new
masters
.
Some
of
’
em
writes
my
letters
when
I
wants
’
em
wrote
—
do
you
mind
?
—
writes
my
letters
,
wolf
!
They
writes
fifty
hands
;
they
’
re
not
like
sneaking
you
,
as
writes
but
one
.
I
’
ve
had
a
firm
mind
and
a
firm
will
to
have
your
life
,
since
you
was
down
here
at
your
sister
’
s
burying
.
I
han
’
t
seen
a
way
to
get
you
safe
,
and
I
’
ve
looked
arter
you
to
know
your
ins
and
outs
.
For
,
says
Old
Orlick
to
himself
,
‘
Somehow
or
another
I
’
ll
have
him
!
’
What
!
When
I
looks
for
you
,
I
finds
your
uncle
Provis
,
eh
?
"
Mill
Pond
Bank
,
and
Chinks
’
s
Basin
,
and
the
Old
Green
Copper
Ropewalk
,
all
so
clear
and
plain
!
Provis
in
his
rooms
,
the
signal
whose
use
was
over
,
pretty
Clara
,
the
good
motherly
woman
,
old
Bill
Barley
on
his
back
,
all
drifting
by
,
as
on
the
swift
stream
of
my
life
fast
running
out
to
sea
!
"
You
with
a
uncle
too
!
Why
,
I
know
’
d
you
at
Gargery
’
s
when
you
was
so
small
a
wolf
that
I
could
have
took
your
weazen
betwixt
this
finger
and
thumb
and
chucked
you
away
dead
(
as
I
’
d
thoughts
o
’
doing
,
odd
times
,
when
I
see
you
loitering
amongst
the
pollards
on
a
Sunday
)
,
and
you
hadn
’
t
found
no
uncles
then
.
No
,
not
you
!
But
when
Old
Orlick
come
for
to
hear
that
your
uncle
Provis
had
most
like
wore
the
leg
-
iron
wot
Old
Orlick
had
picked
up
,
filed
asunder
,
on
these
meshes
ever
so
many
year
ago
,
and
wot
he
kep
by
him
till
he
dropped
your
sister
with
it
,
like
a
bullock
,
as
he
means
to
drop
you
—
hey
?
—
when
he
come
for
to
hear
that
—
hey
?
"
In
his
savage
taunting
,
he
flared
the
candle
so
close
at
me
that
I
turned
my
face
aside
to
save
it
from
the
flame
.
"
Ah
!
"
he
cried
,
laughing
,
after
doing
it
again
,
"
the
burnt
child
dreads
the
fire
!
Old
Orlick
knowed
you
was
burnt
,
Old
Orlick
knowed
you
was
smuggling
your
uncle
Provis
away
,
Old
Orlick
’
s
a
match
for
you
and
know
’
d
you
’
d
come
to
-
night
!
Now
I
’
ll
tell
you
something
more
,
wolf
,
and
this
ends
it
.
There
’
s
them
that
’
s
as
good
a
match
for
your
uncle
Provis
as
Old
Orlick
has
been
for
you
.
Let
him
’
ware
them
,
when
he
’
s
lost
his
nevvy
!
Let
him
’
ware
them
,
when
no
man
can
’
t
find
a
rag
of
his
dear
relation
’
s
clothes
,
nor
yet
a
bone
of
his
body
.
There
’
s
them
that
can
’
t
and
that
won
’
t
have
Magwitch
—
yes
,
I
know
the
name
!
—
alive
in
the
same
land
with
them
,
and
that
’
s
had
such
sure
information
of
him
when
he
was
alive
in
another
land
,
as
that
he
couldn
’
t
and
shouldn
’
t
leave
it
unbeknown
and
put
them
in
danger
.
P
’
raps
it
’
s
them
that
writes
fifty
hands
,
and
that
’
s
not
like
sneaking
you
as
writes
but
one
.
’
Ware
Compeyson
,
Magwitch
,
and
the
gallows
!
"
