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But
gradually
his
confused
and
tormenting
thoughts
settled
down
into
some
sort
of
order
,
and
then
his
mind
centred
itself
upon
Edith
.
He
turned
her
conduct
over
,
and
examined
it
in
all
lights
,
but
he
could
not
make
anything
satisfactory
out
of
it
.
Did
she
know
him
--
or
did
n't
she
know
him
?
It
was
a
perplexing
puzzle
,
and
occupied
him
a
long
time
;
but
he
ended
,
finally
,
with
the
conviction
that
she
did
know
him
,
and
had
repudiated
him
for
interested
reasons
.
He
wanted
to
load
her
name
with
curses
now
;
but
this
name
had
so
long
been
sacred
to
him
that
he
found
he
could
not
bring
his
tongue
to
profane
it
.
Wrapped
in
prison
blankets
of
a
soiled
and
tattered
condition
,
Hendon
and
the
King
passed
a
troubled
night
.
For
a
bribe
the
jailer
had
furnished
liquor
to
some
of
the
prisoners
;
singing
of
ribald
songs
,
fighting
,
shouting
,
and
carousing
was
the
natural
consequence
.
At
last
,
a
while
after
midnight
,
a
man
attacked
a
woman
and
nearly
killed
her
by
beating
her
over
the
head
with
his
manacles
before
the
jailer
could
come
to
the
rescue
.
The
jailer
restored
peace
by
giving
the
man
a
sound
clubbing
about
the
head
and
shoulders
--
then
the
carousing
ceased
;
and
after
that
,
all
had
an
opportunity
to
sleep
who
did
not
mind
the
annoyance
of
the
moanings
and
groanings
of
the
two
wounded
people
.
During
the
ensuing
week
,
the
days
and
nights
were
of
a
monotonous
sameness
as
to
events
;
men
whose
faces
Hendon
remembered
more
or
less
distinctly
,
came
,
by
day
,
to
gaze
at
the
'
impostor
'
and
repudiate
and
insult
him
;
and
by
night
the
carousing
and
brawling
went
on
with
symmetrical
regularity
.
However
,
there
was
a
change
of
incident
at
last
.
The
jailer
brought
in
an
old
man
,
and
said
to
him
--
"
The
villain
is
in
this
room
--
cast
thy
old
eyes
about
and
see
if
thou
canst
say
which
is
he
.
"
Hendon
glanced
up
,
and
experienced
a
pleasant
sensation
for
the
first
time
since
he
had
been
in
the
jail
.
He
said
to
himself
,
"
This
is
Blake
Andrews
,
a
servant
all
his
life
in
my
father
's
family
--
a
good
honest
soul
,
with
a
right
heart
in
his
breast
.
That
is
,
formerly
.
But
none
are
true
now
;
all
are
liars
.
This
man
will
know
me
--
and
will
deny
me
,
too
,
like
the
rest
.
"
The
old
man
gazed
around
the
room
,
glanced
at
each
face
in
turn
,
and
finally
said
--
"
I
see
none
here
but
paltry
knaves
,
scum
o
'
the
streets
.
Which
is
he
?
"
The
jailer
laughed
.
"
Here
,
"
he
said
;
"
scan
this
big
animal
,
and
grant
me
an
opinion
.
"
