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It
toyed
and
sported
with
its
ghastly
freight
,
now
bruising
it
against
the
slimy
piles
,
now
hiding
it
in
mud
or
long
rank
grass
,
now
dragging
it
heavily
over
rough
stones
and
gravel
,
now
feigning
to
yield
it
to
its
own
element
,
and
in
the
same
action
luring
it
away
,
until
,
tired
of
the
ugly
plaything
,
it
flung
it
on
a
swamp
—
a
dismal
place
where
pirates
had
swung
in
chains
through
many
a
wintry
night
—
and
left
it
there
to
bleach
.
And
there
it
lay
alone
.
The
sky
was
red
with
flame
,
and
the
water
that
bore
it
there
had
been
tinged
with
the
sullen
light
as
it
flowed
along
The
place
the
deserted
carcass
had
left
so
recently
,
a
living
man
,
was
now
a
blazing
ruin
.
There
was
something
of
the
glare
upon
its
face
.
The
hair
,
stirred
by
the
damp
breeze
,
played
in
a
kind
of
mockery
of
death
—
such
a
mockery
as
the
dead
man
himself
would
have
delighted
in
when
alive
—
about
its
head
,
and
its
dress
fluttered
idly
in
the
night
wind
.
Lighted
rooms
,
bright
fires
,
cheerful
faces
,
the
music
of
glad
voices
,
words
of
love
and
welcome
,
warm
hearts
,
and
tears
of
happiness
—
what
a
change
is
this
!
But
it
is
to
such
delights
that
Kit
is
hastening
.
They
are
awaiting
him
,
he
knows
.
He
fears
he
will
die
of
joy
,
before
he
gets
among
them
.
They
have
prepared
him
for
this
,
all
day
.
He
is
not
to
be
carried
off
to
-
morrow
with
the
rest
,
they
tell
him
first
.
By
degrees
they
let
him
know
that
doubts
have
arisen
,
that
inquiries
are
to
be
made
,
and
perhaps
he
may
be
pardoned
after
all
.
At
last
,
the
evening
being
come
,
they
bring
him
to
a
room
where
some
gentlemen
are
assembled
.
Foremost
among
them
is
his
good
old
master
,
who
comes
and
takes
him
by
the
hand
.
He
hears
that
his
innocence
is
established
,
and
that
he
is
pardoned
.
He
cannot
see
the
speaker
,
but
he
turns
towards
the
voice
,
and
in
trying
to
answer
,
falls
down
insensible
.
They
recover
him
again
,
and
tell
him
he
must
be
composed
,
and
bear
this
like
a
man
.
Somebody
says
he
must
think
of
his
poor
mother
.
It
is
because
he
does
think
of
her
so
much
,
that
the
happy
news
had
overpowered
him
.
They
crowd
about
him
,
and
tell
him
that
the
truth
has
gone
abroad
,
and
that
all
the
town
and
country
ring
with
sympathy
for
his
misfortunes
.
He
has
no
ears
for
this
.
His
thoughts
,
as
yet
,
have
no
wider
range
than
home
.
Does
she
know
it
?
what
did
she
say
?
who
told
her
?
He
can
speak
of
nothing
else
.
They
make
him
drink
a
little
wine
,
and
talk
kindly
to
him
for
a
while
,
until
he
is
more
collected
,
and
can
listen
,
and
thank
them
.
He
is
free
to
go
.
Mr
Garland
thinks
,
if
he
feels
better
,
it
is
time
they
went
away
.
The
gentlemen
cluster
round
him
,
and
shake
hands
with
him
.
He
feels
very
grateful
to
them
for
the
interest
they
have
in
him
,
and
for
the
kind
promises
they
make
;
but
the
power
of
speech
is
gone
again
,
and
he
has
much
ado
to
keep
his
feet
,
even
though
leaning
on
his
master
’
s
arm
.
As
they
come
through
the
dismal
passages
,
some
officers
of
the
jail
who
are
in
waiting
there
,
congratulate
him
,
in
their
rough
way
,
on
his
release
.
The
newsmonger
is
of
the
number
,
but
his
manner
is
not
quite
hearty
—
there
is
something
of
surliness
in
his
compliments
.
He
looks
upon
Kit
as
an
intruder
,
as
one
who
has
obtained
admission
to
that
place
on
false
pretences
,
who
has
enjoyed
a
privilege
without
being
duly
qualified
.
He
may
be
a
very
good
sort
of
young
man
,
he
thinks
,
but
he
has
no
business
there
,
and
the
sooner
he
is
gone
,
the
better
.
The
last
door
shuts
behind
them
.
They
have
passed
the
outer
wall
,
and
stand
in
the
open
air
—
in
the
street
he
has
so
often
pictured
to
himself
when
hemmed
in
by
the
gloomy
stones
,
and
which
has
been
in
all
his
dreams
.
It
seems
wider
and
more
busy
than
it
used
to
be
.
The
night
is
bad
,
and
yet
how
cheerful
and
gay
in
his
eyes
!
One
of
the
gentlemen
,
in
taking
leave
of
him
,
pressed
some
money
into
his
hand
.
He
has
not
counted
it
;
but
when
they
have
gone
a
few
paces
beyond
the
box
for
poor
Prisoners
,
he
hastily
returns
and
drops
it
in
.
