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"
Say
Lord
strike
you
dead
if
you
don
’
t
!
"
said
the
man
.
I
said
so
,
and
he
took
me
down
.
"
Now
,
"
he
pursued
,
"
you
remember
what
you
’
ve
undertook
,
and
you
remember
that
young
man
,
and
you
get
home
!
"
"
Goo
-
good
night
,
sir
,
"
I
faltered
.
"
Much
of
that
!
"
said
he
,
glancing
about
him
over
the
cold
wet
flat
.
"
I
wish
I
was
a
frog
.
Or
a
eel
!
"
At
the
same
time
,
he
hugged
his
shuddering
body
in
both
his
arms
—
clasping
himself
,
as
if
to
hold
himself
together
—
and
limped
towards
the
low
church
wall
.
As
I
saw
him
go
,
picking
his
way
among
the
nettles
,
and
among
the
brambles
that
bound
the
green
mounds
,
he
looked
in
my
young
eyes
as
if
he
were
eluding
the
hands
of
the
dead
people
,
stretching
up
cautiously
out
of
their
graves
,
to
get
a
twist
upon
his
ankle
and
pull
him
in
.
When
he
came
to
the
low
church
wall
,
he
got
over
it
,
like
a
man
whose
legs
were
numbed
and
stiff
,
and
then
turned
round
to
look
for
me
.
When
I
saw
him
turning
,
I
set
my
face
towards
home
,
and
made
the
best
use
of
my
legs
But
presently
I
looked
over
my
shoulder
,
and
saw
him
going
on
again
towards
the
river
,
still
hugging
himself
in
both
arms
,
and
picking
his
way
with
his
sore
feet
among
the
great
stones
dropped
into
the
marshes
here
and
there
,
for
stepping
-
places
when
the
rains
were
heavy
or
the
tide
was
in
.
The
marshes
were
just
a
long
black
horizontal
line
then
,
as
I
stopped
to
look
after
him
;
and
the
river
was
just
another
horizontal
line
,
not
nearly
so
broad
nor
yet
so
black
;
and
the
sky
was
just
a
row
of
long
angry
red
lines
and
dense
black
lines
intermixed
.
On
the
edge
of
the
river
I
could
faintly
make
out
the
only
two
black
things
in
all
the
prospect
that
seemed
to
be
standing
upright
;
one
of
these
was
the
beacon
by
which
the
sailors
steered
—
like
an
unhooped
cask
upon
a
pole
—
an
ugly
thing
when
you
were
near
it
;
the
other
,
a
gibbet
,
with
some
chains
hanging
to
it
which
had
once
held
a
pirate
.
The
man
was
limping
on
towards
this
latter
,
as
if
he
were
the
pirate
come
to
life
,
and
come
down
,
and
going
back
to
hook
himself
up
again
.
It
gave
me
a
terrible
turn
when
I
thought
so
;
and
as
I
saw
the
cattle
lifting
their
heads
to
gaze
after
him
,
I
wondered
whether
they
thought
so
too
.
I
looked
all
round
for
the
horrible
young
man
,
and
could
see
no
signs
of
him
.
But
now
I
was
frightened
again
,
and
ran
home
without
stopping
.
My
sister
,
Mrs
.
Joe
Gargery
,
was
more
than
twenty
years
older
than
I
,
and
had
established
a
great
reputation
with
herself
and
the
neighbors
because
she
had
brought
me
up
"
by
hand
.
"
Having
at
that
time
to
find
out
for
myself
what
the
expression
meant
,
and
knowing
her
to
have
a
hard
and
heavy
hand
,
and
to
be
much
in
the
habit
of
laying
it
upon
her
husband
as
well
as
upon
me
,
I
supposed
that
Joe
Gargery
and
I
were
both
brought
up
by
hand
.
