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Almost
reduced
to
the
necessity
of
groping
his
way
with
his
hands
(
it
had
grown
so
dark
and
the
fog
had
so
much
increased
)
,
he
returned
to
his
lair
;
and
,
after
musing
for
some
time
over
the
fire
,
busied
himself
in
preparations
for
a
speedy
departure
.
While
he
was
collecting
a
few
necessaries
and
cramming
them
into
his
pockets
,
he
never
once
ceased
communing
with
himself
in
a
low
voice
,
or
unclenched
his
teeth
,
which
he
had
ground
together
on
finishing
Miss
Brass
’
s
note
.
‘
Oh
Sampson
!
’
he
muttered
,
‘
good
worthy
creature
—
if
I
could
but
hug
you
!
If
I
could
only
fold
you
in
my
arms
,
and
squeeze
your
ribs
,
as
I
could
squeeze
them
if
I
once
had
you
tight
—
what
a
meeting
there
would
be
between
us
!
If
we
ever
do
cross
each
other
again
,
Sampson
,
we
’
ll
have
a
greeting
not
easily
to
be
forgotten
,
trust
me
.
This
time
,
Sampson
,
this
moment
when
all
had
gone
on
so
well
,
was
so
nicely
chosen
!
It
was
so
thoughtful
of
you
,
so
penitent
,
so
good
.
Oh
,
if
we
were
face
to
face
in
this
room
again
,
my
white
-
livered
man
of
law
,
how
well
contented
one
of
us
would
be
!
’
There
he
stopped
;
and
raising
the
bowl
of
punch
to
his
lips
,
drank
a
long
deep
draught
,
as
if
it
were
fair
water
and
cooling
to
his
parched
mouth
.
Setting
it
down
abruptly
,
and
resuming
his
preparations
,
he
went
on
with
his
soliloquy
.
‘
There
’
s
Sally
,
’
he
said
,
with
flashing
eyes
;
‘
the
woman
has
spirit
,
determination
,
purpose
—
was
she
asleep
,
or
petrified
?
She
could
have
stabbed
him
—
poisoned
him
safely
.
She
might
have
seen
this
coming
on
.
Why
does
she
give
me
notice
when
it
’
s
too
late
?
When
he
sat
there
,
—
yonder
there
,
over
there
,
—
with
his
white
face
,
and
red
head
,
and
sickly
smile
,
why
didn
’
t
I
know
what
was
passing
in
his
heart
?
It
should
have
stopped
beating
,
that
night
,
if
I
had
been
in
his
secret
,
or
there
are
no
drugs
to
lull
a
man
to
sleep
,
or
no
fire
to
burn
him
!
’
Another
draught
from
the
bowl
;
and
,
cowering
over
the
fire
with
a
ferocious
aspect
,
he
muttered
to
himself
again
.
‘
And
this
,
like
every
other
trouble
and
anxiety
I
have
had
of
late
times
,
springs
from
that
old
dotard
and
his
darling
child
—
two
wretched
feeble
wanderers
!
I
’
ll
be
their
evil
genius
yet
.
And
you
,
sweet
Kit
,
honest
Kit
,
virtuous
,
innocent
Kit
,
look
to
yourself
.
Where
I
hate
,
I
bite
.
I
hate
you
,
my
darling
fellow
,
with
good
cause
,
and
proud
as
you
are
to
-
night
,
I
’
ll
have
my
turn
.
—
—
What
’
s
that
?
’
A
knocking
at
the
gate
he
had
closed
.
A
loud
and
violent
knocking
.
Then
,
a
pause
;
as
if
those
who
knocked
had
stopped
to
listen
.
Then
,
the
noise
again
,
more
clamorous
and
importunate
than
before
.
’
So
soon
!
’
said
the
dwarf
.
‘
And
so
eager
!
I
am
afraid
I
shall
disappoint
you
.
It
’
s
well
I
’
m
quite
prepared
.
Sally
,
I
thank
you
!
’
