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In
a
moment
a
new
burst
of
grief
from
Becky
showed
Tom
that
the
thing
in
his
mind
had
struck
hers
also
--
that
the
Sabbath
morning
might
be
half
spent
before
Mrs.
Thatcher
discovered
that
Becky
was
not
at
Mrs.
Harper
's
.
The
children
fastened
their
eyes
upon
their
bit
of
candle
and
watched
it
melt
slowly
and
pitilessly
away
;
saw
the
half
inch
of
wick
stand
alone
at
last
;
saw
the
feeble
flame
rise
and
fall
,
climb
the
thin
column
of
smoke
,
linger
at
its
top
a
moment
,
and
then
--
the
horror
of
utter
darkness
reigned
!
How
long
afterward
it
was
that
Becky
came
to
a
slow
consciousness
that
she
was
crying
in
Tom
's
arms
,
neither
could
tell
.
All
that
they
knew
was
,
that
after
what
seemed
a
mighty
stretch
of
time
,
both
awoke
out
of
a
dead
stupor
of
sleep
and
resumed
their
miseries
once
more
.
Tom
said
it
might
be
Sunday
,
now
--
maybe
Monday
.
He
tried
to
get
Becky
to
talk
,
but
her
sorrows
were
too
oppressive
,
all
her
hopes
were
gone
.
Tom
said
that
they
must
have
been
missed
long
ago
,
and
no
doubt
the
search
was
going
on
.
He
would
shout
and
maybe
some
one
would
come
.
He
tried
it
;
but
in
the
darkness
the
distant
echoes
sounded
so
hideously
that
he
tried
it
no
more
.
The
hours
wasted
away
,
and
hunger
came
to
torment
the
captives
again
.
A
portion
of
Tom
's
half
of
the
cake
was
left
;
they
divided
and
ate
it
.
But
they
seemed
hungrier
than
before
.
The
poor
morsel
of
food
only
whetted
desire
.
By-and-by
Tom
said
:
"
SH
!
Did
you
hear
that
?
"
Both
held
their
breath
and
listened
.
There
was
a
sound
like
the
faintest
,
far-off
shout
.
Instantly
Tom
answered
it
,
and
leading
Becky
by
the
hand
,
started
groping
down
the
corridor
in
its
direction
.
Presently
he
listened
again
;
again
the
sound
was
heard
,
and
apparently
a
little
nearer
.
"
It
's
them
!
"
said
Tom
;
"
they
're
coming
!
Come
along
,
Becky
--
we
're
all
right
now
!
"
The
joy
of
the
prisoners
was
almost
overwhelming
.
Their
speed
was
slow
,
however
,
because
pitfalls
were
somewhat
common
,
and
had
to
be
guarded
against
.
They
shortly
came
to
one
and
had
to
stop
.
It
might
be
three
feet
deep
,
it
might
be
a
hundred
--
there
was
no
passing
it
at
any
rate
.
Tom
got
down
on
his
breast
and
reached
as
far
down
as
he
could
.
No
bottom
.
They
must
stay
there
and
wait
until
the
searchers
came
.
They
listened
;
evidently
the
distant
shoutings
were
growing
more
distant
!
a
moment
or
two
more
and
they
had
gone
altogether
.
The
heart-sinking
misery
of
it
!
Tom
whooped
until
he
was
hoarse
,
but
it
was
of
no
use
.
He
talked
hopefully
to
Becky
;
but
an
age
of
anxious
waiting
passed
and
no
sounds
came
again
.
The
children
groped
their
way
back
to
the
spring
.
The
weary
time
dragged
on
;
they
slept
again
,
and
awoke
famished
and
woe-stricken
.
Tom
believed
it
must
be
Tuesday
by
this
time
.
