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Let
no
man
talk
of
murderers
escaping
justice
,
and
hint
that
Providence
must
sleep
.
There
were
twenty
score
of
violent
deaths
in
one
long
minute
of
that
agony
of
fear
.
There
was
a
shed
in
a
field
he
passed
,
that
offered
shelter
for
the
night
.
Before
the
door
,
were
three
tall
poplar
trees
,
which
made
it
very
dark
within
;
and
the
wind
moaned
through
them
with
a
dismal
wail
.
He
COULD
NOT
walk
on
,
till
daylight
came
again
;
and
here
he
stretched
himself
close
to
the
wall
--
to
undergo
new
torture
.
For
now
,
a
vision
came
before
him
,
as
constant
and
more
terrible
than
that
from
which
he
had
escaped
.
Those
widely
staring
eyes
,
so
lustreless
and
so
glassy
,
that
he
had
better
borne
to
see
them
than
think
upon
them
,
appeared
in
the
midst
of
the
darkness
:
light
in
themselves
,
but
giving
light
to
nothing
.
There
were
but
two
,
but
they
were
everywhere
.
If
he
shut
out
the
sight
,
there
came
the
room
with
every
well-known
object
--
some
,
indeed
,
that
he
would
have
forgotten
,
if
he
had
gone
over
its
contents
from
memory
--
each
in
its
accustomed
place
.
The
body
was
in
ITS
place
,
and
its
eyes
were
as
he
saw
them
when
he
stole
away
.
He
got
up
,
and
rushed
into
the
field
without
.
The
figure
was
behind
him
.
He
re-entered
the
shed
,
and
shrunk
down
once
more
.
The
eyes
were
there
,
before
he
had
laid
himself
along
.
And
here
he
remained
in
such
terror
as
none
but
he
can
know
,
trembling
in
every
limb
,
and
the
cold
sweat
starting
from
every
pore
,
when
suddenly
there
arose
upon
the
night-wind
the
noise
of
distant
shouting
,
and
the
roar
of
voices
mingled
in
alarm
and
wonder
.
Any
sound
of
men
in
that
lonely
place
,
even
though
it
conveyed
a
real
cause
of
alarm
,
was
something
to
him
.
He
regained
his
strength
and
energy
at
the
prospect
of
personal
danger
;
and
springing
to
his
feet
,
rushed
into
the
open
air
.
The
broad
sky
seemed
on
fire
.
Rising
into
the
air
with
showers
of
sparks
,
and
rolling
one
above
the
other
,
were
sheets
of
flame
,
lighting
the
atmosphere
for
miles
round
,
and
driving
clouds
of
smoke
in
the
direction
where
he
stood
.
The
shouts
grew
louder
as
new
voices
swelled
the
roar
,
and
he
could
hear
the
cry
of
Fire
!
mingled
with
the
ringing
of
an
alarm-bell
,
the
fall
of
heavy
bodies
,
and
the
crackling
of
flames
as
they
twined
round
some
new
obstacle
,
and
shot
aloft
as
though
refreshed
by
food
.
The
noise
increased
as
he
looked
.
There
were
people
there
--
men
and
women
--
light
,
bustle
.
It
was
like
new
life
to
him
.
He
darted
onward
--
straight
,
headlong
--
dashing
through
brier
and
brake
,
and
leaping
gate
and
fence
as
madly
as
his
dog
,
who
careered
with
loud
and
sounding
bark
before
him
.
He
came
upon
the
spot
.
There
were
half-dressed
figures
tearing
to
and
fro
,
some
endeavouring
to
drag
the
frightened
horses
from
the
stables
,
others
driving
the
cattle
from
the
yard
and
out-houses
,
and
others
coming
laden
from
the
burning
pile
,
amidst
a
shower
of
falling
sparks
,
and
the
tumbling
down
of
red-hot
beams
.
The
apertures
,
where
doors
and
windows
stood
an
hour
ago
,
disclosed
a
mass
of
raging
fire
;
walls
rocked
and
crumbled
into
the
burning
well
;
the
molten
lead
and
iron
poured
down
,
white
hot
,
upon
the
ground
.
Women
and
children
shrieked
,
and
men
encouraged
each
other
with
noisy
shouts
and
cheers
.
The
clanking
of
the
engine-pumps
,
and
the
spirting
and
hissing
of
the
water
as
it
fell
upon
the
blazing
wood
,
added
to
the
tremendous
roar
.
He
shouted
,
too
,
till
he
was
hoarse
;
and
flying
from
memory
and
himself
,
plunged
into
the
thickest
of
the
throng
.
Hither
and
thither
he
dived
that
night
:
now
working
at
the
pumps
,
and
now
hurrying
through
the
smoke
and
flame
,
but
never
ceasing
to
engage
himself
wherever
noise
and
men
were
thickest
.
Up
and
down
the
ladders
,
upon
the
roofs
of
buildings
,
over
floors
that
quaked
and
trembled
with
his
weight
,
under
the
lee
of
falling
bricks
and
stones
,
in
every
part
of
that
great
fire
was
he
;
but
he
bore
a
charmed
life
,
and
had
neither
scratch
nor
bruise
,
nor
weariness
nor
thought
,
till
morning
dawned
again
,
and
only
smoke
and
blackened
ruins
remained
.
This
mad
excitement
over
,
there
returned
,
with
ten-fold
force
,
the
dreadful
consciousness
of
his
crime
.
He
looked
suspiciously
about
him
,
for
the
men
were
conversing
in
groups
,
and
he
feared
to
be
the
subject
of
their
talk
.
The
dog
obeyed
the
significant
beck
of
his
finger
,
and
they
drew
off
,
stealthily
,
together
.
He
passed
near
an
engine
where
some
men
were
seated
,
and
they
called
to
him
to
share
in
their
refreshment
.
He
took
some
bread
and
meat
;
and
as
he
drank
a
draught
of
beer
,
heard
the
firemen
,
who
were
from
London
,
talking
about
the
murder
.
'
He
has
gone
to
Birmingham
,
they
say
,
'
said
one
:
'
but
they
'll
have
him
yet
,
for
the
scouts
are
out
,
and
by
to-morrow
night
there
'll
be
a
cry
all
through
the
country
.
'
He
hurried
off
,
and
walked
till
he
almost
dropped
upon
the
ground
;
then
lay
down
in
a
lane
,
and
had
a
long
,
but
broken
and
uneasy
sleep
.
He
wandered
on
again
,
irresolute
and
undecided
,
and
oppressed
with
the
fear
of
another
solitary
night
.
