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The
remainder
of
their
conversation
was
carried
on
in
a
lower
tone
of
voice
,
and
was
sufficiently
concise
;
relating
merely
to
the
execution
of
the
project
,
and
the
best
precautions
for
diverting
suspicion
.
The
old
man
then
shook
hands
with
his
tempters
,
and
withdrew
.
They
watched
his
bowed
and
stooping
figure
as
it
retreated
slowly
,
and
when
he
turned
his
head
to
look
back
,
which
he
often
did
,
waved
their
hands
,
or
shouted
some
brief
encouragement
.
It
was
not
until
they
had
seen
him
gradually
diminish
into
a
mere
speck
upon
the
distant
road
,
that
they
turned
to
each
other
,
and
ventured
to
laugh
aloud
.
‘
So
,
’
said
Jowl
,
warming
his
hands
at
the
fire
,
‘
it
’
s
done
at
last
.
He
wanted
more
persuading
than
I
expected
.
It
’
s
three
weeks
ago
,
since
we
first
put
this
in
his
head
.
What
’
ll
he
bring
,
do
you
think
?
’
‘
Whatever
he
brings
,
it
’
s
halved
between
us
,
’
returned
Isaac
List
.
The
other
man
nodded
.
‘
We
must
make
quick
work
of
it
,
’
he
said
,
‘
and
then
cut
his
acquaintance
,
or
we
may
be
suspected
.
Sharp
’
s
the
word
.
’
List
and
the
gipsy
acquiesced
.
When
they
had
all
three
amused
themselves
a
little
with
their
victim
’
s
infatuation
,
they
dismissed
the
subject
as
one
which
had
been
sufficiently
discussed
,
and
began
to
talk
in
a
jargon
which
the
child
did
not
understand
.
As
their
discourse
appeared
to
relate
to
matters
in
which
they
were
warmly
interested
,
however
,
she
deemed
it
the
best
time
for
escaping
unobserved
;
and
crept
away
with
slow
and
cautious
steps
,
keeping
in
the
shadow
of
the
hedges
,
or
forcing
a
path
through
them
or
the
dry
ditches
,
until
she
could
emerge
upon
the
road
at
a
point
beyond
their
range
of
vision
.
Then
she
fled
homeward
as
quickly
as
she
could
,
torn
and
bleeding
from
the
wounds
of
thorns
and
briars
,
but
more
lacerated
in
mind
,
and
threw
herself
upon
her
bed
,
distracted
.
The
first
idea
that
flashed
upon
her
mind
was
flight
,
instant
flight
;
dragging
him
from
that
place
,
and
rather
dying
of
want
upon
the
roadside
,
than
ever
exposing
him
again
to
such
terrible
temptations
.
Then
,
she
remembered
that
the
crime
was
not
to
be
committed
until
next
night
,
and
there
was
the
intermediate
time
for
thinking
,
and
resolving
what
to
do
.
Then
,
she
was
distracted
with
a
horrible
fear
that
he
might
be
committing
it
at
that
moment
;
with
a
dread
of
hearing
shrieks
and
cries
piercing
the
silence
of
the
night
;
with
fearful
thoughts
of
what
he
might
be
tempted
and
led
on
to
do
,
if
he
were
detected
in
the
act
,
and
had
but
a
woman
to
struggle
with
.
It
was
impossible
to
bear
such
torture
.
She
stole
to
the
room
where
the
money
was
,
opened
the
door
,
and
looked
in
.
God
be
praised
!
He
was
not
there
,
and
she
was
sleeping
soundly
.
She
went
back
to
her
own
room
,
and
tried
to
prepare
herself
for
bed
.
But
who
could
sleep
—
sleep
!
who
could
lie
passively
down
,
distracted
by
such
terrors
?
They
came
upon
her
more
and
more
strongly
yet
.
Half
undressed
,
and
with
her
hair
in
wild
disorder
,
she
flew
to
the
old
man
’
s
bedside
,
clasped
him
by
the
wrist
,
and
roused
him
from
his
sleep
.
‘
What
’
s
this
!
’
he
cried
,
starting
up
in
bed
,
and
fixing
his
eyes
upon
her
spectral
face
.
