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'
I
know
what
it
was
,
'
said
Mr.
Giles
;
'
it
was
the
gate
.
'
'
I
should
n't
wonder
if
it
was
,
'
exclaimed
Brittles
,
catching
at
the
idea
.
'
You
may
depend
upon
it
,
'
said
Giles
,
'
that
that
gate
stopped
the
flow
of
the
excitement
.
I
felt
all
mine
suddenly
going
away
,
as
I
was
climbing
over
it
.
'
By
a
remarkable
coincidence
,
the
other
two
had
been
visited
with
the
same
unpleasant
sensation
at
that
precise
moment
.
It
was
quite
obvious
,
therefore
,
that
it
was
the
gate
;
especially
as
there
was
no
doubt
regarding
the
time
at
which
the
change
had
taken
place
,
because
all
three
remembered
that
they
had
come
in
sight
of
the
robbers
at
the
instant
of
its
occurance
.
This
dialogue
was
held
between
the
two
men
who
had
surprised
the
burglars
,
and
a
travelling
tinker
who
had
been
sleeping
in
an
outhouse
,
and
who
had
been
roused
,
together
with
his
two
mongrel
curs
,
to
join
in
the
pursuit
.
Mr.
Giles
acted
in
the
double
capacity
of
butler
and
steward
to
the
old
lady
of
the
mansion
;
Brittles
was
a
lad
of
all-work
:
who
,
having
entered
her
service
a
mere
child
,
was
treated
as
a
promising
young
boy
still
,
though
he
was
something
past
thirty
.
Encouraging
each
other
with
such
converse
as
this
;
but
,
keeping
very
close
together
,
notwithstanding
,
and
looking
apprehensively
round
,
whenever
a
fresh
gust
rattled
through
the
boughs
;
the
three
men
hurried
back
to
a
tree
,
behind
which
they
had
left
their
lantern
,
lest
its
light
should
inform
the
thieves
in
what
direction
to
fire
.
Catching
up
the
light
,
they
made
the
best
of
their
way
home
,
at
a
good
round
trot
;
and
long
after
their
dusky
forms
had
ceased
to
be
discernible
,
the
light
might
have
been
seen
twinkling
and
dancing
in
the
distance
,
like
some
exhalation
of
the
damp
and
gloomy
atmosphere
through
which
it
was
swiftly
borne
.
The
air
grew
colder
,
as
day
came
slowly
on
;
and
the
mist
rolled
along
the
ground
like
a
dense
cloud
of
smoke
.
The
grass
was
wet
;
the
pathways
,
and
low
places
,
were
all
mire
and
water
;
the
damp
breath
of
an
unwholesome
wind
went
languidly
by
,
with
a
hollow
moaning
.
Still
,
Oliver
lay
motionless
and
insensible
on
the
spot
where
Sikes
had
left
him
.
Morning
drew
on
apace
.
The
air
become
more
sharp
and
piercing
,
as
its
first
dull
hue
--
the
death
of
night
,
rather
than
the
birth
of
day
--
glimmered
faintly
in
the
sky
.
The
objects
which
had
looked
dim
and
terrible
in
the
darkness
,
grew
more
and
more
defined
,
and
gradually
resolved
into
their
familiar
shapes
.
The
rain
came
down
,
thick
and
fast
,
and
pattered
noisily
among
the
leafless
bushes
.
But
,
Oliver
felt
it
not
,
as
it
beat
against
him
;
for
he
still
lay
stretched
,
helpless
and
unconscious
,
on
his
bed
of
clay
.
At
length
,
a
low
cry
of
pain
broke
the
stillness
that
prevailed
;
and
uttering
it
,
the
boy
awoke
.
His
left
arm
,
rudely
bandaged
in
a
shawl
,
hung
heavy
and
useless
at
his
side
;
the
bandage
was
saturated
with
blood
.
He
was
so
weak
,
that
he
could
scarcely
raise
himself
into
a
sitting
posture
;
when
he
had
done
so
,
he
looked
feebly
round
for
help
,
and
groaned
with
pain
.
Trembling
in
every
joint
,
from
cold
and
exhaustion
,
he
made
an
effort
to
stand
upright
;
but
,
shuddering
from
head
to
foot
,
fell
prostrate
on
the
ground
.
After
a
short
return
of
the
stupor
in
which
he
had
been
so
long
plunged
,
Oliver
:
urged
by
a
creeping
sickness
at
his
heart
,
which
seemed
to
warn
him
that
if
he
lay
there
,
he
must
surely
die
:
got
upon
his
feet
,
and
essayed
to
walk
.
His
head
was
dizzy
,
and
he
staggered
to
and
from
like
a
drunken
man
.
But
he
kept
up
,
nevertheless
,
and
,
with
his
head
drooping
languidly
on
his
breast
,
went
stumbling
onward
,
he
knew
not
whither
.
