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They
kept
me
very
quiet
all
day
,
and
kept
my
arm
constantly
dressed
,
and
gave
me
cooling
drinks
.
Whenever
I
fell
asleep
,
I
awoke
with
the
notion
I
had
had
in
the
sluice
-
house
,
that
a
long
time
had
elapsed
and
the
opportunity
to
save
him
was
gone
.
About
midnight
I
got
out
of
bed
and
went
to
Herbert
,
with
the
conviction
that
I
had
been
asleep
for
four
-
and
-
twenty
hours
,
and
that
Wednesday
was
past
.
It
was
the
last
self
-
exhausting
effort
of
my
fretfulness
,
for
after
that
I
slept
soundly
.
Wednesday
morning
was
dawning
when
I
looked
out
of
window
.
The
winking
lights
upon
the
bridges
were
already
pale
,
the
coming
sun
was
like
a
marsh
of
fire
on
the
horizon
.
The
river
,
still
dark
and
mysterious
,
was
spanned
by
bridges
that
were
turning
coldly
gray
,
with
here
and
there
at
top
a
warm
touch
from
the
burning
in
the
sky
.
As
I
looked
along
the
clustered
roofs
,
with
church
-
towers
and
spires
shooting
into
the
unusually
clear
air
,
the
sun
rose
up
,
and
a
veil
seemed
to
be
drawn
from
the
river
,
and
millions
of
sparkles
burst
out
upon
its
waters
.
From
me
too
,
a
veil
seemed
to
be
drawn
,
and
I
felt
strong
and
well
.
Herbert
lay
asleep
in
his
bed
,
and
our
old
fellow
-
student
lay
asleep
on
the
sofa
.
I
could
not
dress
myself
without
help
;
but
I
made
up
the
fire
,
which
was
still
burning
,
and
got
some
coffee
ready
for
them
In
good
time
they
too
started
up
strong
and
well
,
and
we
admitted
the
sharp
morning
air
at
the
windows
,
and
looked
at
the
tide
that
was
still
flowing
towards
us
.
"
When
it
turns
at
nine
o
’
clock
,
"
said
Herbert
,
cheerfully
,
"
look
out
for
us
,
and
stand
ready
,
you
over
there
at
Mill
Pond
Bank
!
"
It
was
one
of
those
March
days
when
the
sun
shines
hot
and
the
wind
blows
cold
:
when
it
is
summer
in
the
light
,
and
winter
in
the
shade
.
We
had
out
pea
-
coats
with
us
,
and
I
took
a
bag
.
Of
all
my
worldly
possessions
I
took
no
more
than
the
few
necessaries
that
filled
the
bag
.
Where
I
might
go
,
what
I
might
do
,
or
when
I
might
return
,
were
questions
utterly
unknown
to
me
;
nor
did
I
vex
my
mind
with
them
,
for
it
was
wholly
set
on
Provis
’
s
safety
.
I
only
wondered
for
the
passing
moment
,
as
I
stopped
at
the
door
and
looked
back
,
under
what
altered
circumstances
I
should
next
see
those
rooms
,
if
ever
.
We
loitered
down
to
the
Temple
stairs
,
and
stood
loitering
there
,
as
if
we
were
not
quite
decided
to
go
upon
the
water
at
all
.
Of
course
,
I
had
taken
care
that
the
boat
should
be
ready
and
everything
in
order
.
After
a
little
show
of
indecision
,
which
there
were
none
to
see
but
the
two
or
three
amphibious
creatures
belonging
to
our
Temple
stairs
,
we
went
on
board
and
cast
off
;
Herbert
in
the
bow
,
I
steering
.
It
was
then
about
high
-
water
—
half
-
past
eight
.
Our
plan
was
this
.
The
tide
,
beginning
to
run
down
at
nine
,
and
being
with
us
until
three
,
we
intended
still
to
creep
on
after
it
had
turned
,
and
row
against
it
until
dark
.
We
should
then
be
well
in
those
long
reaches
below
Gravesend
,
between
Kent
and
Essex
,
where
the
river
is
broad
and
solitary
,
where
the
water
-
side
inhabitants
are
very
few
,
and
where
lone
public
-
houses
are
scattered
here
and
there
,
of
which
we
could
choose
one
for
a
resting
-
place
.
There
,
we
meant
to
lie
by
all
night
.
The
steamer
for
Hamburg
and
the
steamer
for
Rotterdam
would
start
from
London
at
about
nine
on
Thursday
morning
.
We
should
know
at
what
time
to
expect
them
,
according
to
where
we
were
,
and
would
hail
the
first
;
so
that
,
if
by
any
accident
we
were
not
taken
abroad
,
we
should
have
another
chance
.
We
knew
the
distinguishing
marks
of
each
vessel
.
The
relief
of
being
at
last
engaged
in
the
execution
of
the
purpose
was
so
great
to
me
that
I
felt
it
difficult
to
realize
the
condition
in
which
I
had
been
a
few
hours
before
.
The
crisp
air
,
the
sunlight
,
the
movement
on
the
river
,
and
the
moving
river
itself
—
the
road
that
ran
with
us
,
seeming
to
sympathize
with
us
,
animate
us
,
and
encourage
us
on
—
freshened
me
with
new
hope
.
I
felt
mortified
to
be
of
so
little
use
in
the
boat
;
but
,
there
were
few
better
oarsmen
than
my
two
friends
,
and
they
rowed
with
a
steady
stroke
that
was
to
last
all
day
.
