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For
the
fugitive
out
on
the
marshes
with
the
ironed
leg
,
the
mysterious
young
man
,
the
file
,
the
food
,
and
the
dreadful
pledge
I
was
under
to
commit
a
larceny
on
those
sheltering
premises
,
rose
before
me
in
the
avenging
coals
.
"
Hah
!
"
said
Mrs
.
Joe
,
restoring
Tickler
to
his
station
.
"
Churchyard
,
indeed
!
You
may
well
say
churchyard
,
you
two
.
"
One
of
us
,
by
the
by
,
had
not
said
it
at
all
.
"
You
’
ll
drive
me
to
the
churchyard
betwixt
you
,
one
of
these
days
,
and
O
,
a
pr
-
r
-
recious
pair
you
’
d
be
without
me
!
"
As
she
applied
herself
to
set
the
tea
-
things
,
Joe
peeped
down
at
me
over
his
leg
,
as
if
he
were
mentally
casting
me
and
himself
up
,
and
calculating
what
kind
of
pair
we
practically
should
make
,
under
the
grievous
circumstances
foreshadowed
.
After
that
,
he
sat
feeling
his
right
-
side
flaxen
curls
and
whisker
,
and
following
Mrs
.
Joe
about
with
his
blue
eyes
,
as
his
manner
always
was
at
squally
times
.
My
sister
had
a
trenchant
way
of
cutting
our
bread
and
butter
for
us
,
that
never
varied
.
First
,
with
her
left
hand
she
jammed
the
loaf
hard
and
fast
against
her
bib
—
where
it
sometimes
got
a
pin
into
it
,
and
sometimes
a
needle
,
which
we
afterwards
got
into
our
mouths
.
Then
she
took
some
butter
(
not
too
much
)
on
a
knife
and
spread
it
on
the
loaf
,
in
an
apothecary
kind
of
way
,
as
if
she
were
making
a
plaster
—
using
both
sides
of
the
knife
with
a
slapping
dexterity
,
and
trimming
and
moulding
the
butter
off
round
the
crust
.
Then
,
she
gave
the
knife
a
final
smart
wipe
on
the
edge
of
the
plaster
,
and
then
sawed
a
very
thick
round
off
the
loaf
:
which
she
finally
,
before
separating
from
the
loaf
,
hewed
into
two
halves
,
of
which
Joe
got
one
,
and
I
the
other
.
On
the
present
occasion
,
though
I
was
hungry
,
I
dared
not
eat
my
slice
.
I
felt
that
I
must
have
something
in
reserve
for
my
dreadful
acquaintance
,
and
his
ally
the
still
more
dreadful
young
man
.
I
knew
Mrs
.
Joe
’
s
housekeeping
to
be
of
the
strictest
kind
,
and
that
my
larcenous
researches
might
find
nothing
available
in
the
safe
.
Therefore
I
resolved
to
put
my
hunk
of
bread
and
butter
down
the
leg
of
my
trousers
.
The
effort
of
resolution
necessary
to
the
achievement
of
this
purpose
I
found
to
be
quite
awful
.
It
was
as
if
I
had
to
make
up
my
mind
to
leap
from
the
top
of
a
high
house
,
or
plunge
into
a
great
depth
of
water
.
And
it
was
made
the
more
difficult
by
the
unconscious
Joe
.
In
our
already
-
mentioned
freemasonry
as
fellow
-
sufferers
,
and
in
his
good
-
natured
companionship
with
me
,
it
was
our
evening
habit
to
compare
the
way
we
bit
through
our
slices
,
by
silently
holding
them
up
to
each
other
’
s
admiration
now
and
then
,
—
which
stimulated
us
to
new
exertions
.
To
-
night
,
Joe
several
times
invited
me
,
by
the
display
of
his
fast
diminishing
slice
,
to
enter
upon
our
usual
friendly
competition
;
but
he
found
me
,
each
time
,
with
my
yellow
mug
of
tea
on
one
knee
,
and
my
untouched
bread
and
butter
on
the
other
.
At
last
,
I
desperately
considered
that
the
thing
I
contemplated
must
be
done
,
and
that
it
had
best
be
done
in
the
least
improbable
manner
consistent
with
the
circumstances
.
I
took
advantage
of
a
moment
when
Joe
had
just
looked
at
me
,
and
got
my
bread
and
butter
down
my
leg
.
Joe
was
evidently
made
uncomfortable
by
what
he
supposed
to
be
my
loss
of
appetite
,
and
took
a
thoughtful
bite
out
of
his
slice
,
which
he
didn
’
t
seem
to
enjoy
.
He
turned
it
about
in
his
mouth
much
longer
than
usual
,
pondering
over
it
a
good
deal
,
and
after
all
gulped
it
down
like
a
pill
.
He
was
about
to
take
another
bite
,
and
had
just
got
his
head
on
one
side
for
a
good
purchase
on
it
,
when
his
eye
fell
on
me
,
and
he
saw
that
my
bread
and
butter
was
gone
.
The
wonder
and
consternation
with
which
Joe
stopped
on
the
threshold
of
his
bite
and
stared
at
me
,
were
too
evident
to
escape
my
sister
’
s
observation
.
