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They
pulled
with
the
greatest
gentleness
,
till
the
wet
bucket
appeared
about
two
yards
below
them
,
like
a
dead
friend
come
to
earth
again
.
Three
or
four
hands
were
stretched
out
,
then
jerk
went
the
rope
,
whizz
went
the
wheel
,
the
two
foremost
haulers
fell
backward
,
the
beating
of
a
falling
body
was
heard
,
receding
down
the
sides
of
the
well
,
and
a
thunderous
uproar
arose
at
the
bottom
.
The
bucket
was
gone
again
.
“
Damn
the
bucket
!
”
said
Fairway
.
“
Lower
again
,
”
said
Sam
.
“
I
’
m
as
stiff
as
a
ram
’
s
horn
stooping
so
long
,
”
said
Fairway
,
standing
up
and
stretching
himself
till
his
joints
creaked
.
“
Rest
a
few
minutes
,
Timothy
,
”
said
Yeobright
.
“
I
’
ll
take
your
place
.
”
The
grapnel
was
again
lowered
.
Its
smart
impact
upon
the
distant
water
reached
their
ears
like
a
kiss
,
whereupon
Yeobright
knelt
down
,
and
leaning
over
the
well
began
dragging
the
grapnel
round
and
round
as
Fairway
had
done
.
“
Tie
a
rope
round
him
—
it
is
dangerous
!
”
cried
a
soft
and
anxious
voice
somewhere
above
them
.
Everybody
turned
.
The
speaker
was
a
woman
,
gazing
down
upon
the
group
from
an
upper
window
,
whose
panes
blazed
in
the
ruddy
glare
from
the
west
.
Her
lips
were
parted
and
she
appeared
for
the
moment
to
forget
where
she
was
.
The
rope
was
accordingly
tied
round
his
waist
,
and
the
work
proceeded
.
At
the
next
haul
the
weight
was
not
heavy
,
and
it
was
discovered
that
they
had
only
secured
a
coil
of
the
rope
detached
from
the
bucket
.
The
tangled
mass
was
thrown
into
the
background
.
Humphrey
took
Yeobright
’
s
place
,
and
the
grapnel
was
lowered
again
.
