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From
early
in
the
evening
until
nearly
midnight
,
little
groups
of
two
and
three
presented
themselves
at
the
lodge-gate
,
and
inquired
,
with
anxious
faces
,
whether
any
reprieve
had
been
received
.
These
being
answered
in
the
negative
,
communicated
the
welcome
intelligence
to
clusters
in
the
street
,
who
pointed
out
to
one
another
the
door
from
which
he
must
come
out
,
and
showed
where
the
scaffold
would
be
built
,
and
,
walking
with
unwilling
steps
away
,
turned
back
to
conjure
up
the
scene
.
By
degrees
they
fell
off
,
one
by
one
;
and
,
for
an
hour
,
in
the
dead
of
night
,
the
street
was
left
to
solitude
and
darkness
.
The
space
before
the
prison
was
cleared
,
and
a
few
strong
barriers
,
painted
black
,
had
been
already
thrown
across
the
road
to
break
the
pressure
of
the
expected
crowd
,
when
Mr.
Brownlow
and
Oliver
appeared
at
the
wicket
,
and
presented
an
order
of
admission
to
the
prisoner
,
signed
by
one
of
the
sheriffs
.
They
were
immediately
admitted
into
the
lodge
.
'
Is
the
young
gentleman
to
come
too
,
sir
?
'
said
the
man
whose
duty
it
was
to
conduct
them
.
'
It
's
not
a
sight
for
children
,
sir
.
'
'
It
is
not
indeed
,
my
friend
,
'
rejoined
Mr.
Brownlow
;
'
but
my
business
with
this
man
is
intimately
connected
with
him
;
and
as
this
child
has
seen
him
in
the
full
career
of
his
success
and
villainy
,
I
think
it
as
well
--
even
at
the
cost
of
some
pain
and
fear
--
that
he
should
see
him
now
.
'
These
few
words
had
been
said
apart
,
so
as
to
be
inaudible
to
Oliver
.
The
man
touched
his
hat
;
and
glancing
at
Oliver
with
some
curiousity
,
opened
another
gate
,
opposite
to
that
by
which
they
had
entered
,
and
led
them
on
,
through
dark
and
winding
ways
,
towards
the
cells
.
'
This
,
'
said
the
man
,
stopping
in
a
gloomy
passage
where
a
couple
of
workmen
were
making
some
preparations
in
profound
silence
--
'
this
is
the
place
he
passes
through
.
If
you
step
this
way
,
you
can
see
the
door
he
goes
out
at
.
'
He
led
them
into
a
stone
kitchen
,
fitted
with
coppers
for
dressing
the
prison
food
,
and
pointed
to
a
door
.
There
was
an
open
grating
above
it
,
throught
which
came
the
sound
of
men
's
voices
,
mingled
with
the
noise
of
hammering
,
and
the
throwing
down
of
boards
.
There
were
putting
up
the
scaffold
.
From
this
place
,
they
passed
through
several
strong
gates
,
opened
by
other
turnkeys
from
the
inner
side
;
and
,
having
entered
an
open
yard
,
ascended
a
flight
of
narrow
steps
,
and
came
into
a
passage
with
a
row
of
strong
doors
on
the
left
hand
.
Motioning
them
to
remain
where
they
were
,
the
turnkey
knocked
at
one
of
these
with
his
bunch
of
keys
.
The
two
attendants
,
after
a
little
whispering
,
came
out
into
the
passage
,
stretching
themselves
as
if
glad
of
the
temporary
relief
,
and
motioned
the
visitors
to
follow
the
jailer
into
the
cell
.
They
did
so
.
The
condemned
criminal
was
seated
on
his
bed
,
rocking
himself
from
side
to
side
,
with
a
countenance
more
like
that
of
a
snared
beast
than
the
face
of
a
man
.
His
mind
was
evidently
wandering
to
his
old
life
,
for
he
continued
to
mutter
,
without
appearing
conscious
of
their
presence
otherwise
than
as
a
part
of
his
vision
.
