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He
flared
the
candle
at
me
again
,
smoking
my
face
and
hair
,
and
for
an
instant
blinding
me
,
and
turned
his
powerful
back
as
he
replaced
the
light
on
the
table
.
I
had
thought
a
prayer
,
and
had
been
with
Joe
and
Biddy
and
Herbert
,
before
he
turned
towards
me
again
.
There
was
a
clear
space
of
a
few
feet
between
the
table
and
the
opposite
wall
.
Within
this
space
,
he
now
slouched
backwards
and
forwards
.
His
great
strength
seemed
to
sit
stronger
upon
him
than
ever
before
,
as
he
did
this
with
his
hands
hanging
loose
and
heavy
at
his
sides
,
and
with
his
eyes
scowling
at
me
.
I
had
no
grain
of
hope
left
.
Wild
as
my
inward
hurry
was
,
and
wonderful
the
force
of
the
pictures
that
rushed
by
me
instead
of
thoughts
,
I
could
yet
clearly
understand
that
,
unless
he
had
resolved
that
I
was
within
a
few
moments
of
surely
perishing
out
of
all
human
knowledge
,
he
would
never
have
told
me
what
he
had
told
.
Of
a
sudden
,
he
stopped
,
took
the
cork
out
of
his
bottle
,
and
tossed
it
away
.
Light
as
it
was
,
I
heard
it
fall
like
a
plummet
.
He
swallowed
slowly
,
tilting
up
the
bottle
by
little
and
little
,
and
now
he
looked
at
me
no
more
.
The
last
few
drops
of
liquor
he
poured
into
the
palm
of
his
hand
,
and
licked
up
.
Then
,
with
a
sudden
hurry
of
violence
and
swearing
horribly
,
he
threw
the
bottle
from
him
,
and
stooped
;
and
I
saw
in
his
hand
a
stone
-
hammer
with
a
long
heavy
handle
.
The
resolution
I
had
made
did
not
desert
me
,
for
,
without
uttering
one
vain
word
of
appeal
to
him
,
I
shouted
out
with
all
my
might
,
and
struggled
with
all
my
might
.
It
was
only
my
head
and
my
legs
that
I
could
move
,
but
to
that
extent
I
struggled
with
all
the
force
,
until
then
unknown
,
that
was
within
me
.
In
the
same
instant
I
heard
responsive
shouts
,
saw
figures
and
a
gleam
of
light
dash
in
at
the
door
,
heard
voices
and
tumult
,
and
saw
Orlick
emerge
from
a
struggle
of
men
,
as
if
it
were
tumbling
water
,
clear
the
table
at
a
leap
,
and
fly
out
into
the
night
.
After
a
blank
,
I
found
that
I
was
lying
unbound
,
on
the
floor
,
in
the
same
place
,
with
my
head
on
some
one
’
s
knee
.
My
eyes
were
fixed
on
the
ladder
against
the
wall
,
when
I
came
to
myself
—
had
opened
on
it
before
my
mind
saw
it
—
and
thus
as
I
recovered
consciousness
,
I
knew
that
I
was
in
the
place
where
I
had
lost
it
.
Too
indifferent
at
first
,
even
to
look
round
and
ascertain
who
supported
me
,
I
was
lying
looking
at
the
ladder
,
when
there
came
between
me
and
it
a
face
.
The
face
of
Trabb
’
s
boy
!
"
I
think
he
’
s
all
right
!
"
said
Trabb
’
s
boy
,
in
a
sober
voice
;
"
but
ain
’
t
he
just
pale
though
!
"
At
these
words
,
the
face
of
him
who
supported
me
looked
over
into
mine
,
and
I
saw
my
supporter
to
be
—
