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As
he
spoke
,
he
extinguished
the
candle
.
In
his
impetuous
attempts
to
subdue
the
brightness
of
the
fire
,
he
overset
the
stove
,
which
came
tumbling
forward
,
and
fell
with
a
crash
upon
the
burning
embers
it
had
shot
forth
in
its
descent
,
leaving
the
room
in
pitchy
darkness
.
The
noise
at
the
gate
still
continuing
,
he
felt
his
way
to
the
door
,
and
stepped
into
the
open
air
.
At
that
moment
the
knocking
ceased
.
It
was
about
eight
o
’
clock
;
but
the
dead
of
the
darkest
night
would
have
been
as
noon
-
day
in
comparison
with
the
thick
cloud
which
then
rested
upon
the
earth
,
and
shrouded
everything
from
view
.
He
darted
forward
for
a
few
paces
,
as
if
into
the
mouth
of
some
dim
,
yawning
cavern
;
then
,
thinking
he
had
gone
wrong
,
changed
the
direction
of
his
steps
;
then
stood
still
,
not
knowing
where
to
turn
.
‘
If
they
would
knock
again
,
’
said
Quilp
,
trying
to
peer
into
the
gloom
by
which
he
was
surrounded
,
‘
the
sound
might
guide
me
!
Come
!
Batter
the
gate
once
more
!
’
He
stood
listening
intently
,
but
the
noise
was
not
renewed
.
Nothing
was
to
be
heard
in
that
deserted
place
,
but
,
at
intervals
,
the
distant
barkings
of
dogs
.
The
sound
was
far
away
—
now
in
one
quarter
,
now
answered
in
another
—
nor
was
it
any
guide
,
for
it
often
came
from
shipboard
,
as
he
knew
.
‘
If
I
could
find
a
wall
or
fence
,
’
said
the
dwarf
,
stretching
out
his
arms
,
and
walking
slowly
on
,
‘
I
should
know
which
way
to
turn
.
A
good
,
black
,
devil
’
s
night
this
,
to
have
my
dear
friend
here
!
If
I
had
but
that
wish
,
it
might
,
for
anything
I
cared
,
never
be
day
again
.
’
As
the
word
passed
his
lips
,
he
staggered
and
fell
—
and
next
moment
was
fighting
with
the
cold
dark
water
!
For
all
its
bubbling
up
and
rushing
in
his
ears
,
he
could
hear
the
knocking
at
the
gate
again
—
could
hear
a
shout
that
followed
it
—
could
recognise
the
voice
.
For
all
his
struggling
and
plashing
,
he
could
understand
that
they
had
lost
their
way
,
and
had
wandered
back
to
the
point
from
which
they
started
;
that
they
were
all
but
looking
on
,
while
he
was
drowned
;
that
they
were
close
at
hand
,
but
could
not
make
an
effort
to
save
him
;
that
he
himself
had
shut
and
barred
them
out
.
He
answered
the
shout
—
with
a
yell
,
which
seemed
to
make
the
hundred
fires
that
danced
before
his
eyes
tremble
and
flicker
,
as
if
a
gust
of
wind
had
stirred
them
.
It
was
of
no
avail
.
The
strong
tide
filled
his
throat
,
and
bore
him
on
,
upon
its
rapid
current
.
Another
mortal
struggle
,
and
he
was
up
again
,
beating
the
water
with
his
hands
,
and
looking
out
,
with
wild
and
glaring
eyes
that
showed
him
some
black
object
he
was
drifting
close
upon
.
The
hull
of
a
ship
!
He
could
touch
its
smooth
and
slippery
surface
with
his
hand
.
One
loud
cry
,
now
—
but
the
resistless
water
bore
him
down
before
he
could
give
it
utterance
,
and
,
driving
him
under
it
,
carried
away
a
corpse
.
