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'
I
do
n't
know
what
it
is
,
'
answered
the
girl
;
'
I
only
know
that
it
is
so
,
and
not
with
me
alone
,
but
with
hundreds
of
others
as
bad
and
wretched
as
myself
.
I
must
go
back
.
Whether
it
is
God
's
wrath
for
the
wrong
I
have
done
,
I
do
not
know
;
but
I
am
drawn
back
to
him
through
every
suffering
and
ill
usage
;
and
I
should
be
,
I
believe
,
if
I
knew
that
I
was
to
die
by
his
hand
at
last
.
'
'
What
am
I
to
do
?
'
said
Rose
.
'
I
should
not
let
you
depart
from
me
thus
.
'
'
You
should
,
lady
,
and
I
know
you
will
,
'
rejoined
the
girl
,
rising
.
'
You
will
not
stop
my
going
because
I
have
trusted
in
your
goodness
,
and
forced
no
promise
from
you
,
as
I
might
have
done
.
'
'
Of
what
use
,
then
,
is
the
communication
you
have
made
?
'
said
Rose
.
'
This
mystery
must
be
investigated
,
or
how
will
its
disclosure
to
me
,
benefit
Oliver
,
whom
you
are
anxious
to
serve
?
'
'
You
must
have
some
kind
gentleman
about
you
that
will
hear
it
as
a
secret
,
and
advise
you
what
to
do
,
'
rejoined
the
girl
.
'
But
where
can
I
find
you
again
when
it
is
necessary
?
'
asked
Rose
.
'
I
do
not
seek
to
know
where
these
dreadful
people
live
,
but
where
will
you
be
walking
or
passing
at
any
settled
period
from
this
time
?
'
'
Will
you
promise
me
that
you
will
have
my
secret
strictly
kept
,
and
come
alone
,
or
with
the
only
other
person
that
knows
it
;
and
that
I
shall
not
be
watched
or
followed
?
'
asked
the
girl
.
'
I
promise
you
solemnly
,
'
answered
Rose
.
'
Every
Sunday
night
,
from
eleven
until
the
clock
strikes
twelve
,
'
said
the
girl
without
hesitation
,
'
I
will
walk
on
London
Bridge
if
I
am
alive
.
'
'
Stay
another
moment
,
'
interposed
Rose
,
as
the
girl
moved
hurriedly
towards
the
door
.
'
Think
once
again
on
your
own
condition
,
and
the
opportunity
you
have
of
escaping
from
it
.
You
have
a
claim
on
me
:
not
only
as
the
voluntary
bearer
of
this
intelligence
,
but
as
a
woman
lost
almost
beyond
redemption
.
Will
you
return
to
this
gang
of
robbers
,
and
to
this
man
,
when
a
word
can
save
you
?
What
fascination
is
it
that
can
take
you
back
,
and
make
you
cling
to
wickedness
and
misery
?
Oh
!
is
there
no
chord
in
your
heart
that
I
can
touch
!
Is
there
nothing
left
,
to
which
I
can
appeal
against
this
terrible
infatuation
!
'