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I
stepped
forward
,
came
close
behind
him
where
he
sat
,
and
suddenly
clapping
my
two
hands
down
upon
his
shoulders
--
"
Ah
!
"
cried
I.
My
uncle
gave
a
kind
of
broken
cry
like
a
sheep
's
bleat
,
flung
up
his
arms
,
and
tumbled
to
the
floor
like
a
dead
man
.
I
was
somewhat
shocked
at
this
;
but
I
had
myself
to
look
to
first
of
all
,
and
did
not
hesitate
to
let
him
lie
as
he
had
fallen
.
The
keys
were
hanging
in
the
cupboard
;
and
it
was
my
design
to
furnish
myself
with
arms
before
my
uncle
should
come
again
to
his
senses
and
the
power
of
devising
evil
.
In
the
cupboard
were
a
few
bottles
,
some
apparently
of
medicine
;
a
great
many
bills
and
other
papers
,
which
I
should
willingly
enough
have
rummaged
,
had
I
had
the
time
;
and
a
few
necessaries
that
were
nothing
to
my
purpose
.
Thence
I
turned
to
the
chests
.
The
first
was
full
of
meal
;
the
second
of
moneybags
and
papers
tied
into
sheaves
;
in
the
third
,
with
many
other
things
(
and
these
for
the
most
part
clothes
)
I
found
a
rusty
,
ugly-looking
Highland
dirk
without
the
scabbard
.
This
,
then
,
I
concealed
inside
my
waistcoat
,
and
turned
to
my
uncle
.
He
lay
as
he
had
fallen
,
all
huddled
,
with
one
knee
up
and
one
arm
sprawling
abroad
;
his
face
had
a
strange
colour
of
blue
,
and
he
seemed
to
have
ceased
breathing
.
Fear
came
on
me
that
he
was
dead
;
then
I
got
water
and
dashed
it
in
his
face
;
and
with
that
he
seemed
to
come
a
little
to
himself
,
working
his
mouth
and
fluttering
his
eyelids
.
At
last
he
looked
up
and
saw
me
,
and
there
came
into
his
eyes
a
terror
that
was
not
of
this
world
.
"
Come
,
come
,
"
said
I
;
"
sit
up
.
"
"
Are
ye
alive
?
"
he
sobbed
.
"
O
man
,
are
ye
alive
?
"
"
That
am
I
,
"
said
I.
"
Small
thanks
to
you
!
"
He
had
begun
to
seek
for
his
breath
with
deep
sighs
.
"
The
blue
phial
,
"
said
he
--
"
in
the
aumry
--
the
blue
phial
.
"
His
breath
came
slower
still
.
I
ran
to
the
cupboard
,
and
,
sure
enough
,
found
there
a
blue
phial
of
medicine
,
with
the
dose
written
on
it
on
a
paper
,
and
this
I
administered
to
him
with
what
speed
I
might
.
"
It
's
the
trouble
,
"
said
he
,
reviving
a
little
;
"
I
have
a
trouble
,
Davie
.
It
's
the
heart
.
"
I
set
him
on
a
chair
and
looked
at
him
.
It
is
true
I
felt
some
pity
for
a
man
that
looked
so
sick
,
but
I
was
full
besides
of
righteous
anger
;
and
I
numbered
over
before
him
the
points
on
which
I
wanted
explanation
:
why
he
lied
to
me
at
every
word
;
why
he
feared
that
I
should
leave
him
;
why
he
disliked
it
to
be
hinted
that
he
and
my
father
were
twins
--
"
Is
that
because
it
is
true
?
"
I
asked
;
why
he
had
given
me
money
to
which
I
was
convinced
I
had
no
claim
;
and
,
last
of
all
,
why
he
had
tried
to
kill
me
