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He
heard
me
all
through
in
silence
;
and
then
,
in
a
broken
voice
,
begged
me
to
let
him
go
to
bed
.
"
I
'll
tell
ye
the
morn
,
"
he
said
;
"
as
sure
as
death
I
will
.
"
And
so
weak
was
he
that
I
could
do
nothing
but
consent
.
I
locked
him
into
his
room
,
however
,
and
pocketed
the
key
,
and
then
returning
to
the
kitchen
,
made
up
such
a
blaze
as
had
not
shone
there
for
many
a
long
year
,
and
wrapping
myself
in
my
plaid
,
lay
down
upon
the
chests
and
fell
asleep
.
Much
rain
fell
in
the
night
;
and
the
next
morning
there
blew
a
bitter
wintry
wind
out
of
the
north-west
,
driving
scattered
clouds
.
For
all
that
,
and
before
the
sun
began
to
peep
or
the
last
of
the
stars
had
vanished
,
I
made
my
way
to
the
side
of
the
burn
,
and
had
a
plunge
in
a
deep
whirling
pool
.
All
aglow
from
my
bath
,
I
sat
down
once
more
beside
the
fire
,
which
I
replenished
,
and
began
gravely
to
consider
my
position
.
There
was
now
no
doubt
about
my
uncle
's
enmity
;
there
was
no
doubt
I
carried
my
life
in
my
hand
,
and
he
would
leave
no
stone
unturned
that
he
might
compass
my
destruction
.
But
I
was
young
and
spirited
,
and
like
most
lads
that
have
been
country-bred
,
I
had
a
great
opinion
of
my
shrewdness
.
I
had
come
to
his
door
no
better
than
a
beggar
and
little
more
than
a
child
;
he
had
met
me
with
treachery
and
violence
;
it
would
be
a
fine
consummation
to
take
the
upper
hand
,
and
drive
him
like
a
herd
of
sheep
.
I
sat
there
nursing
my
knee
and
smiling
at
the
fire
;
and
I
saw
myself
in
fancy
smell
out
his
secrets
one
after
another
,
and
grow
to
be
that
man
's
king
and
ruler
.
The
warlock
of
Essendean
,
they
say
,
had
made
a
mirror
in
which
men
could
read
the
future
;
it
must
have
been
of
other
stuff
than
burning
coal
;
for
in
all
the
shapes
and
pictures
that
I
sat
and
gazed
at
,
there
was
never
a
ship
,
never
a
seaman
with
a
hairy
cap
,
never
a
big
bludgeon
for
my
silly
head
,
or
the
least
sign
of
all
those
tribulations
that
were
ripe
to
fall
on
me
.
Presently
,
all
swollen
with
conceit
,
I
went
up-stairs
and
gave
my
prisoner
his
liberty
.
He
gave
me
good-morning
civilly
;
and
I
gave
the
same
to
him
,
smiling
down
upon
him
,
from
the
heights
of
my
sufficiency
.
Soon
we
were
set
to
breakfast
,
as
it
might
have
been
the
day
before
.
"
Well
,
sir
,
"
said
I
,
with
a
jeering
tone
,
"
have
you
nothing
more
to
say
to
me
?
"
And
then
,
as
he
made
no
articulate
reply
,
"
It
will
be
time
,
I
think
,
to
understand
each
other
,
"
I
continued
.
"
You
took
me
for
a
country
Johnnie
Raw
,
with
no
more
mother-wit
or
courage
than
a
porridge-stick
.
I
took
you
for
a
good
man
,
or
no
worse
than
others
at
the
least
.
It
seems
we
were
both
wrong
.
What
cause
you
have
to
fear
me
,
to
cheat
me
,
and
to
attempt
my
life
--
"
He
murmured
something
about
a
jest
,
and
that
he
liked
a
bit
of
fun
;
and
then
,
seeing
me
smile
,
changed
his
tone
,
and
assured
me
he
would
make
all
clear
as
soon
as
we
had
breakfasted
.
I
saw
by
his
face
that
he
had
no
lie
ready
for
me
,
though
he
was
hard
at
work
preparing
one
;
and
I
think
I
was
about
to
tell
him
so
,
when
we
were
interrupted
by
a
knocking
at
the
door
.
