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‘
I
turned
aside
with
one
blow
the
chair
he
hurled
at
me
in
his
terror
,
and
closed
with
him
;
and
with
a
heavy
crash
we
rolled
upon
the
floor
together
.
‘
It
was
a
fine
struggle
that
;
for
he
was
a
tall
,
strong
man
,
fighting
for
his
life
;
and
I
,
a
powerful
madman
,
thirsting
to
destroy
him
.
I
knew
no
strength
could
equal
mine
,
and
I
was
right
.
Right
again
,
though
a
madman
!
His
struggles
grew
fainter
.
I
knelt
upon
his
chest
,
and
clasped
his
brawny
throat
firmly
with
both
hands
.
His
face
grew
purple
;
his
eyes
were
starting
from
his
head
,
and
with
protruded
tongue
,
he
seemed
to
mock
me
.
I
squeezed
the
tighter
.
‘
The
door
was
suddenly
burst
open
with
a
loud
noise
,
and
a
crowd
of
people
rushed
forward
,
crying
aloud
to
each
other
to
secure
the
madman
.
‘
My
secret
was
out
;
and
my
only
struggle
now
was
for
liberty
and
freedom
.
I
gained
my
feet
before
a
hand
was
on
me
,
threw
myself
among
my
assailants
,
and
cleared
my
way
with
my
strong
arm
,
as
if
I
bore
a
hatchet
in
my
hand
,
and
hewed
them
down
before
me
.
I
gained
the
door
,
dropped
over
the
banisters
,
and
in
an
instant
was
in
the
street
.
‘
Straight
and
swift
I
ran
,
and
no
one
dared
to
stop
me
.
I
heard
the
noise
of
the
feet
behind
,
and
redoubled
my
speed
.
It
grew
fainter
and
fainter
in
the
distance
,
and
at
length
died
away
altogether
;
but
on
I
bounded
,
through
marsh
and
rivulet
,
over
fence
and
wall
,
with
a
wild
shout
which
was
taken
up
by
the
strange
beings
that
flocked
around
me
on
every
side
,
and
swelled
the
sound
,
till
it
pierced
the
air
.
I
was
borne
upon
the
arms
of
demons
who
swept
along
upon
the
wind
,
and
bore
down
bank
and
hedge
before
them
,
and
spun
me
round
and
round
with
a
rustle
and
a
speed
that
made
my
head
swim
,
until
at
last
they
threw
me
from
them
with
a
violent
shock
,
and
I
fell
heavily
upon
the
earth
.
When
I
woke
I
found
myself
here
—
here
in
this
gray
cell
,
where
the
sunlight
seldom
comes
,
and
the
moon
steals
in
,
in
rays
which
only
serve
to
show
the
dark
shadows
about
me
,
and
that
silent
figure
in
its
old
corner
.
When
I
lie
awake
,
I
can
sometimes
hear
strange
shrieks
and
cries
from
distant
parts
of
this
large
place
.
What
they
are
,
I
know
not
;
but
they
neither
come
from
that
pale
form
,
nor
does
it
regard
them
.
For
from
the
first
shades
of
dusk
till
the
earliest
light
of
morning
,
it
still
stands
motionless
in
the
same
place
,
listening
to
the
music
of
my
iron
chain
,
and
watching
my
gambols
on
my
straw
bed
.
’
At
the
end
of
the
manuscript
was
written
,
in
another
hand
,
this
note
:
—
[
The
unhappy
man
whose
ravings
are
recorded
above
,
was
a
melancholy
instance
of
the
baneful
results
of
energies
misdirected
in
early
life
,
and
excesses
prolonged
until
their
consequences
could
never
be
repaired
.
The
thoughtless
riot
,
dissipation
,
and
debauchery
of
his
younger
days
produced
fever
and
delirium
.
The
first
effects
of
the
latter
was
the
strange
delusion
,
founded
upon
a
well
-
known
medical
theory
,
strongly
contended
for
by
some
,
and
as
strongly
contested
by
others
,
that
an
hereditary
madness
existed
in
his
family
.
This
produced
a
settled
gloom
,
which
in
time
developed
a
morbid
insanity
,
and
finally
terminated
in
raving
madness
.
There
is
every
reason
to
believe
that
the
events
he
detailed
,
though
distorted
in
the
description
by
his
diseased
imagination
,
really
happened
.
It
is
only
matter
of
wonder
to
those
who
were
acquainted
with
the
vices
of
his
early
career
,
that
his
passions
,
when
no
longer
controlled
by
reason
,
did
not
lead
him
to
the
commission
of
still
more
frightful
deeds
.
]
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
candle
was
just
expiring
in
the
socket
,
as
he
concluded
the
perusal
of
the
old
clergyman
’
s
manuscript
;
and
when
the
light
went
suddenly
out
,
without
any
previous
flicker
by
way
of
warning
,
it
communicated
a
very
considerable
start
to
his
excited
frame
.
Hastily
throwing
off
such
articles
of
clothing
as
he
had
put
on
when
he
rose
from
his
uneasy
bed
,
and
casting
a
fearful
glance
around
,
he
once
more
scrambled
hastily
between
the
sheets
,
and
soon
fell
fast
asleep
.
The
sun
was
shining
brilliantly
into
his
chamber
,
when
he
awoke
,
and
the
morning
was
far
advanced
.
The
gloom
which
had
oppressed
him
on
the
previous
night
had
disappeared
with
the
dark
shadows
which
shrouded
the
landscape
,
and
his
thoughts
and
feelings
were
as
light
and
gay
as
the
morning
itself
.
After
a
hearty
breakfast
,
the
four
gentlemen
sallied
forth
to
walk
to
Gravesend
,
followed
by
a
man
bearing
the
stone
in
its
deal
box
.
They
reached
the
town
about
one
o
’
clock
(
their
luggage
they
had
directed
to
be
forwarded
to
the
city
,
from
Rochester
)
,
and
being
fortunate
enough
to
secure
places
on
the
outside
of
a
coach
,
arrived
in
London
in
sound
health
and
spirits
,
on
that
same
afternoon
.
