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‘
They
met
on
the
appointed
night
,
and
,
hiring
a
hackney
-
coach
,
directed
the
driver
to
stop
at
that
corner
of
the
old
Pancras
Road
,
at
which
stands
the
parish
workhouse
.
By
the
time
they
alighted
there
,
it
was
quite
dark
;
and
,
proceeding
by
the
dead
wall
in
front
of
the
Veterinary
Hospital
,
they
entered
a
small
by
-
street
,
which
is
,
or
was
at
that
time
,
called
Little
College
Street
,
and
which
,
whatever
it
may
be
now
,
was
in
those
days
a
desolate
place
enough
,
surrounded
by
little
else
than
fields
and
ditches
.
‘
Having
drawn
the
travelling
-
cap
he
had
on
half
over
his
face
,
and
muffled
himself
in
his
cloak
,
Heyling
stopped
before
the
meanest
-
looking
house
in
the
street
,
and
knocked
gently
at
the
door
.
It
was
at
once
opened
by
a
woman
,
who
dropped
a
curtsey
of
recognition
,
and
Heyling
,
whispering
the
officer
to
remain
below
,
crept
gently
upstairs
,
and
,
opening
the
door
of
the
front
room
,
entered
at
once
.
‘
The
object
of
his
search
and
his
unrelenting
animosity
,
now
a
decrepit
old
man
,
was
seated
at
a
bare
deal
table
,
on
which
stood
a
miserable
candle
.
He
started
on
the
entrance
of
the
stranger
,
and
rose
feebly
to
his
feet
.
‘
"
What
now
,
what
now
?
"
said
the
old
man
.
"
What
fresh
misery
is
this
?
What
do
you
want
here
?
"
‘
"
A
word
with
YOU
,
"
replied
Heyling
.
As
he
spoke
,
he
seated
himself
at
the
other
end
of
the
table
,
and
,
throwing
off
his
cloak
and
cap
,
disclosed
his
features
.
‘
The
old
man
seemed
instantly
deprived
of
speech
.
He
fell
backward
in
his
chair
,
and
,
clasping
his
hands
together
,
gazed
on
the
apparition
with
a
mingled
look
of
abhorrence
and
fear
.
‘
"
This
day
six
years
,
"
said
Heyling
,
"
I
claimed
the
life
you
owed
me
for
my
child
’
s
.
Beside
the
lifeless
form
of
your
daughter
,
old
man
,
I
swore
to
live
a
life
of
revenge
.
I
have
never
swerved
from
my
purpose
for
a
moment
’
s
space
;
but
if
I
had
,
one
thought
of
her
uncomplaining
,
suffering
look
,
as
she
drooped
away
,
or
of
the
starving
face
of
our
innocent
child
,
would
have
nerved
me
to
my
task
.
My
first
act
of
requital
you
well
remember
:
this
is
my
last
.
"
‘
The
old
man
shivered
,
and
his
hands
dropped
powerless
by
his
side
.
‘
"
I
leave
England
to
-
morrow
,
"
said
Heyling
,
after
a
moment
’
s
pause
.
"
To
-
night
I
consign
you
to
the
living
death
to
which
you
devoted
her
—
a
hopeless
prison
—
"
