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Crackit
went
to
the
window
,
and
shaking
all
over
,
drew
in
his
head
.
There
was
no
need
to
tell
them
who
it
was
;
his
pale
face
was
enough
.
The
dog
too
was
on
the
alert
in
an
instant
,
and
ran
whining
to
the
door
.
'
We
must
let
him
in
,
'
he
said
,
taking
up
the
candle
.
'
Is
n't
there
any
help
for
it
?
'
asked
the
other
man
in
a
hoarse
voice
.
'
None
.
He
MUST
come
in
.
'
'
Do
n't
leave
us
in
the
dark
,
'
said
Kags
,
taking
down
a
candle
from
the
chimney-piece
,
and
lighting
it
,
with
such
a
trembling
hand
that
the
knocking
was
twice
repeated
before
he
had
finished
.
Crackit
went
down
to
the
door
,
and
returned
followed
by
a
man
with
the
lower
part
of
his
face
buried
in
a
handkerchief
,
and
another
tied
over
his
head
under
his
hat
.
He
drew
them
slowly
off
.
Blanched
face
,
sunken
eyes
,
hollow
cheeks
,
beard
of
three
days
'
growth
,
wasted
flesh
,
short
thick
breath
;
it
was
the
very
ghost
of
Sikes
.
He
laid
his
hand
upon
a
chair
which
stood
in
the
middle
of
the
room
,
but
shuddering
as
he
was
about
to
drop
into
it
,
and
seeming
to
glance
over
his
shoulder
,
dragged
it
back
close
to
the
wall
--
as
close
as
it
would
go
--
and
ground
it
against
it
--
and
sat
down
.
Not
a
word
had
been
exchanged
.
He
looked
from
one
to
another
in
silence
.
If
an
eye
were
furtively
raised
and
met
his
,
it
was
instantly
averted
.
When
his
hollow
voice
broke
silence
,
they
all
three
started
.
They
seemed
never
to
have
heard
its
tones
before
.
'
How
came
that
dog
here
?
'
he
asked
.
'
Alone
.
Three
hours
ago
.
'
