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And
now
,
hosts
of
bewildering
and
confused
ideas
came
crowding
on
his
mind
.
He
seemed
to
be
still
walking
between
Sikes
and
Crackit
,
who
were
angrily
disputing
--
for
the
very
words
they
said
,
sounded
in
his
ears
;
and
when
he
caught
his
own
attention
,
as
it
were
,
by
making
some
violent
effort
to
save
himself
from
falling
,
he
found
that
he
was
talking
to
them
.
Then
,
he
was
alone
with
Sikes
,
plodding
on
as
on
the
previous
day
;
and
as
shadowy
people
passed
them
,
he
felt
the
robber
's
grasp
upon
his
wrist
.
Suddenly
,
he
started
back
at
the
report
of
firearms
;
there
rose
into
the
air
,
loud
cries
and
shouts
;
lights
gleamed
before
his
eyes
;
all
was
noise
and
tumult
,
as
some
unseen
hand
bore
him
hurriedly
away
.
Through
all
these
rapid
visions
,
there
ran
an
undefined
,
uneasy
conscious
of
pain
,
which
wearied
and
tormented
him
incessantly
.
Thus
he
staggered
on
,
creeping
,
almost
mechanically
,
between
the
bars
of
gates
,
or
through
hedge-gaps
as
they
came
in
his
way
,
until
he
reached
a
road
.
Here
the
rain
began
to
fall
so
heavily
,
that
it
roused
him
.
He
looked
about
,
and
saw
that
at
no
great
distance
there
was
a
house
,
which
perhaps
he
could
reach
.
Pitying
his
condition
,
they
might
have
compassion
on
him
;
and
if
they
did
not
,
it
would
be
better
,
he
thought
,
to
die
near
human
beings
,
than
in
the
lonely
open
fields
.
He
summoned
up
all
his
strength
for
one
last
trial
,
and
bent
his
faltering
steps
towards
it
.
As
he
drew
nearer
to
this
house
,
a
feeling
come
over
him
that
he
had
seen
it
before
.
He
remembered
nothing
of
its
details
;
but
the
shape
and
aspect
of
the
building
seemed
familiar
to
him
.
That
garden
wall
!
On
the
grass
inside
,
he
had
fallen
on
his
knees
last
night
,
and
prayed
the
two
men
's
mercy
.
It
was
the
very
house
they
had
attempted
to
rob
.
Oliver
felt
such
fear
come
over
him
when
he
recognised
the
place
,
that
,
for
the
instant
,
he
forgot
the
agony
of
his
wound
,
and
thought
only
of
flight
.
Flight
!
He
could
scarcely
stand
:
and
if
he
were
in
full
possession
of
all
the
best
powers
of
his
slight
and
youthful
frame
,
whither
could
he
fly
?
He
pushed
against
the
garden-gate
;
it
was
unlocked
,
and
swung
open
on
its
hinges
.
He
tottered
across
the
lawn
;
climbed
the
steps
;
knocked
faintly
at
the
door
;
and
,
his
whole
strength
failing
him
,
sunk
down
against
one
of
the
pillars
of
the
little
portico
.
It
happened
that
about
this
time
,
Mr.
Giles
,
Brittles
,
and
the
tinker
,
were
recruiting
themselves
,
after
the
fatigues
and
terrors
of
the
night
,
with
tea
and
sundries
,
in
the
kitchen
.
Not
that
it
was
Mr.
Giles
's
habit
to
admit
to
too
great
familiarity
the
humbler
servants
:
towards
whom
it
was
rather
his
wont
to
deport
himself
with
a
lofty
affability
,
which
,
while
it
gratified
,
could
not
fail
to
remind
them
of
his
superior
position
in
society
.
But
,
death
,
fires
,
and
burglary
,
make
all
men
equals
;
so
Mr.
Giles
sat
with
his
legs
stretched
out
before
the
kitchen
fender
,
leaning
his
left
arm
on
the
table
,
while
,
with
his
right
,
he
illustrated
a
circumstantial
and
minute
account
of
the
robbery
,
to
which
his
bearers
(
but
especially
the
cook
and
housemaid
,
who
were
of
the
party
)
listened
with
breathless
interest
.
'
It
was
about
half-past
tow
,
'
said
Mr.
Giles
,
'
or
I
would
n't
swear
that
it
might
n't
have
been
a
little
nearer
three
,
when
I
woke
up
,
and
,
turning
round
in
my
bed
,
as
it
might
be
so
,
(
here
Mr.
Giles
turned
round
in
his
chair
,
and
pulled
the
corner
of
the
table-cloth
over
him
to
imitate
bed-clothes
,
)
I
fancied
I
heerd
a
noise
.
'
