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===The Pursuit And Escape=== |
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localities that are hidden in London, wholly unknown, even by |
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seem to totter as he passes, chimneys half crushed half |
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In such a neighborhood, beyond Dockhead in the Borough of |
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always be filled at high water by opening the sluices at the Lead |
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the courage; and there they live, and there they die. They must |
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In an upper room of one of these houses--a detached house of fair |
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Chitling, and the third a robber of fifty years, whose nose had |
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occasion. This man was a returned transport, and his name was |
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'I wish,' said Toby turning to Mr. Chitling, 'that you had picked |
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not come here, my fine feller.' |
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'Why didn't you, blunder-head!' said Kags. |
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'Well, I thought you'd have been a little more glad to see me |
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'Why, look'e, young gentleman,' said Toby, 'when a man keeps |
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himself so very ex-clusive as I have done, and by that means has |
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wisit from a young gentleman (however respectable and pleasant a |
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There was a short silence, after which Toby Crackit, seeming to |
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devil-may-care swagger, turned to Chitling and said, |
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'Just at dinner-time--two o'clock this afternoon. Charley and I |
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made our lucky up the wash-us chimney, and Bolter got into the |
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empty water-butt, head downwards; but his legs were so precious |
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long that they stuck out at the top, and so they took him too.' |
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'And Bet?' |
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'Poor Bet! She went to see the Body, to speak to who it was,' |
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replied Chitling, his countenance falling more and more, 'and |
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the boards; so they put a strait-weskut on her and took her to |
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the hospital--and there she is.' |
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'Wot's come of young Bates?' demanded Kags. |
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'What's the meaning of this?' said Toby when they had returned. |
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'He can't be coming here. I--I--hope not.' |
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'If he was coming here, he'd have come with the dog,' said Kags, |
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stooping down to examine the animal, who lay panting on the |
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floor. 'Here! Give us some water for him; he has run himself |
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faint.' |
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'He's drunk it all up, every drop,' said Chitling after watching |
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the dog some time in silence. 'Covered with mud--lame--half |
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'Where can he have come from!' exclaimed Toby. 'He's been to the |
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other kens of course, and finding them filled with strangers come |
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on here, where he's been many a time and often. But where can he |
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have come from first, and how comes he here alone without the |
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other!' |
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'He'--(none of them called the murderer by his old name)--'He |
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can't have made away with himself. What do you think?' said |
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Chitling. |
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Toby shook his head. |
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'If he had,' said Kags, 'the dog 'ud want to lead us away to |
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where he did it. No. I think he's got out of the country, and |
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left the dog behind. He must have given him the slip somehow, or |
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he wouldn't be so easy.' |
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This solution, appearing the most probable one, was adopted as |
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the right; the dog, creeping under a chair, coiled himself up to |
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sleep, without more notice from anybody. |
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It being now dark, the shutter was closed, and a candle lighted |
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and placed upon the table. The terrible events of the last two |
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days had made a deep impression on all three, increased by the |
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danger and uncertainty of their own position. They drew their |
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chairs closer together, starting at every sound. They spoke |
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little, and that in whispers, and were as silent and awe-stricken |
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as if the remains of the murdered woman lay in the next room. |
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They had sat thus, some time, when suddenly was heard a hurried |
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knocking at the door below. |
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'Young Bates,' said Kags, looking angrily round, to check the |
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fear he felt himself. |
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The knocking came again. No, it wasn't he. He never knocked |
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like that. |
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Crackit went to the window, and shaking all over, drew in his |
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head. There was no need to tell them who it was; his pale face |
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was enough. The dog too was on the alert in an instant, and ran |
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whining to the door. |
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'We must let him in,' he said, taking up the candle. |
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'Isn't there any help for it?' asked the other man in a hoarse |
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voice. |
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'None. He _must_ come in.' |
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'Don't leave us in the dark,' said Kags, taking down a candle |
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from the chimney-piece, and lighting it, with such a trembling |
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hand that the knocking was twice repeated before he had finished. |
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Crackit went down to the door, and returned followed by a man |
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with the lower part of his face buried in a handkerchief, and |
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another tied over his head under his hat. He drew them slowly |
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off. Blanched face, sunken eyes, hollow cheeks, beard of three |
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days' growth, wasted flesh, short thick breath; it was the very |
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ghost of Sikes. |
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He laid his hand upon a chair which stood in the middle of the |
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room, but shuddering as he was about to drop into it, and seeming |
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to glance over his shoulder, dragged it back close to the |
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wall--as close as it would go--and ground it against it--and sat |
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down. |
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Not a word had been exchanged. He looked from one to another in |
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silence. If an eye were furtively raised and met his, it was |
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instantly averted. When his hollow voice broke silence, they all |
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three started. They seemed never to have heard its tones before. |
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'How came that dog here?' he asked. |
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'Alone. Three hours ago.' |
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'To-night's paper says that Fagin's took. Is it true, or a lie?' |
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'True.' |
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They were silent again. |
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'Damn you all!' said Sikes, passing his hand across his forehead. |
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'Have you nothing to say to me?' |
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There was an uneasy movement among them, but nobody spoke. |
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'You that keep this house,' said Sikes, turning his face to |
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Crackit, 'do you mean to sell me, or to let me lie here till this |
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hunt is over?' |
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'You may stop here, if you think it safe,' returned the person |
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addressed, after some hesitation. |
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Sikes carried his eyes slowly up the wall behind him: rather |
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trying to turn his head than actually doing it: and said, |
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'Is--it--the body--is it buried?' |
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They shook their heads. |
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'Why isn't it!' he retorted with the same glance behind him. |
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'Wot do they keep such ugly things above the ground for?--Who's |
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that knocking?' |
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Crackit intimated, by a motion of his hand as he left the room, |
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that there was nothing to fear; and directly came back with |
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Charley Bates behind him. Sikes sat opposite the door, so that |
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the moment the boy entered the room he encountered his figure. |
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'Toby,' said the boy falling back, as Sikes turned his eyes |
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towards him, 'why didn't you tell me this, downstairs?' |
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There had been something so tremendous in the shrinking off of |
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the three, that the wretched man was willing to propitiate even |
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this lad. Accordingly he nodded, and made as though he would |
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shake hands with him. |
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'Let me go into some other room,' said the boy, retreating still |
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farther. |
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'Charley!' said Sikes, stepping forward. 'Don't you--don't you |
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know me?' |
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'Don't come nearer me,' answered the boy, still retreating, and |
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looking, with horror in his eyes, upon the murderer's face. 'You |
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monster!' |
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The man stopped half-way, and they looked at each other; but |
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Sikes's eyes sunk gradually to the ground. |
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'Witness you three,' cried the boy shaking his clenched fist, and |
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becoming more and more excited as he spoke. 'Witness you |
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three--I'm not afraid of him--if they come here after him, I'll |
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give him up; I will. I tell you out at once. He may kill me for |
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it if he likes, or if he dares, but if I am here I'll give him |
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up. I'd give him up if he was to be boiled alive. Murder! |
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Help! If there's the pluck of a man among you three, you'll help |
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me. Murder! Help! Down with him!' |
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Pouring out these cries, and accompanying them with violent |
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gesticulation, the boy actually threw himself, single-handed, |
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upon the strong man, and in the intensity of his energy and the |
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suddenness of his surprise, brought him heavily to the ground. |
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The three spectators seemed quite stupefied. They offered no |
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interference, and the boy and man rolled on the ground together; |
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the former, heedless of the blows that showered upon him, |
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wrenching his hands tighter and tighter in the garments about the |
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murderer's breast, and never ceasing to call for help with all |
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his might. |
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The contest, however, was too unequal to last long. Sikes had |
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him down, and his knee was on his throat, when Crackit pulled him |
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back with a look of alarm, and pointed to the window. There were |
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lights gleaming below, voices in loud and earnest conversation, |
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the tramp of hurried footsteps--endless they seemed in |
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number--crossing the nearest wooden bridge. One man on horseback |
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seemed to be among the crowd; for there was the noise of hoofs |
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rattling on the uneven pavement. The gleam of lights increased; |
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the footsteps came more thickly and noisily on. Then, came a |
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loud knocking at the door, and then a hoarse murmur from such a |
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multitude of angry voices as would have made the boldest quail. |
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'Help!' shrieked the boy in a voice that rent the air. |
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'He's here! Break down the door!' |
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'In the King's name,' cried the voices without; and the hoarse |
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cry arose again, but louder. |
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'Break down the door!' screamed the boy. 'I tell you they'll |
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never open it. Run straight to the room where the light is. |
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Break down the door!' |
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Strokes, thick and heavy, rattled upon the door and lower |
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window-shutters as he ceased to speak, and a loud huzzah burst |
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from the crowd; giving the listener, for the first time, some |
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adequate idea of its immense extent. |
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'Open the door of some place where I can lock this screeching |
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Hell-babe,' cried Sikes fiercely; running to and fro, and |
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dragging the boy, now, as easily as if he were an empty sack. |
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'That door. Quick!' He flung him in, bolted it, and turned the |
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key. 'Is the downstairs door fast?' |
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'Double-locked and chained,' replied Crackit, who, with the other |
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two men, still remained quite helpless and bewildered. |
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'The panels--are they strong?' |
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'Lined with sheet-iron.' |
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'And the windows too?' |
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'Yes, and the windows.' |
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'Damn you!' cried the desperate ruffian, throwing up the sash and |
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menacing the crowd. 'Do your worst! I'll cheat you yet!' |
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Of all the terrific yells that ever fell on mortal ears, none |
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could exceed the cry of the infuriated throng. Some shouted to |
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those who were nearest to set the house on fire; others roared to |
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the officers to shoot him dead. Among them all, none showed such |
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fury as the man on horseback, who, throwing himself out of the |
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saddle, and bursting through the crowd as if he were parting |
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water, cried, beneath the window, in a voice that rose above all |
|||
others, 'Twenty guineas to the man who brings a ladder!' |
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The nearest voices took up the cry, and hundreds echoed it. Some |
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called for ladders, some for sledge-hammers; some ran with |
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torches to and fro as if to seek them, and still came back and |
|||
roared again; some spent their breath in impotent curses and |
|||
execrations; some pressed forward with the ecstasy of madmen, and |
|||
thus impeded the progress of those below; some among the boldest |
|||
attempted to climb up by the water-spout and crevices in the |
|||
wall; and all waved to and fro, in the darkness beneath, like a |
|||
field of corn moved by an angry wind: and joined from time to |
|||
time in one loud furious roar. |
|||
'The tide,' cried the murderer, as he staggered back into the |
|||
room, and shut the faces out, 'the tide was in as I came up. |
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Give me a rope, a long rope. They're all in front. I may drop |
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into the Folly Ditch, and clear off that way. Give me a rope, or |
|||
I shall do three more murders and kill myself.' |
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The panic-stricken men pointed to where such articles were kept; |
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the murderer, hastily selecting the longest and strongest cord, |
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hurried up to the house-top. |
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All the window in the rear of the house had been long ago bricked |
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up, except one small trap in the room where the boy was locked, |
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and that was too small even for the passage of his body. But, |
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from this aperture, he had never ceased to call on those without, |
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to guard the back; and thus, when the murderer emerged at last on |
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the house-top by the door in the roof, a loud shout proclaimed |
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the fact to those in front, who immediately began to pour round, |
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pressing upon each other in an unbroken stream. |
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He planted a board, which he had carried up with him for the |
|||
purpose, so firmly against the door that it must be matter of |
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great difficulty to open it from the inside; and creeping over |
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the tiles, looked over the low parapet. |
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The water was out, and the ditch a bed of mud. |
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The crowd had been hushed during these few moments, watching his |
|||
motions and doubtful of his purpose, but the instant they |
|||
perceived it and knew it was defeated, they raised a cry of |
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triumphant execration to which all their previous shouting had |
|||
been whispers. Again and again it rose. Those who were at too |
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great a distance to know its meaning, took up the sound; it |
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echoed and re-echoed; it seemed as though the whole city had |
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poured its population out to curse him. |
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On pressed the people from the front--on, on, on, in a strong |
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struggling current of angry faces, with here and there a glaring |
|||
torch to lighten them up, and show them out in all their wrath |
|||
and passion. The houses on the opposite side of the ditch had |
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been entered by the mob; sashes were thrown up, or torn bodily |
|||
out; there were tiers and tiers of faces in every window; cluster |
|||
upon cluster of people clinging to every house-top. Each little |
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bridge (and there were three in sight) bent beneath the weight of |
|||
the crowd upon it. Still the current poured on to find some nook |
|||
or hole from which to vent their shouts, and only for an instant |
|||
see the wretch. |
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'They have him now,' cried a man on the nearest bridge. 'Hurrah!' |
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The crowd grew light with uncovered heads; and again the shout |
|||
uprose. |
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'I will give fifty pounds,' cried an old gentleman from the same |
|||
quarter, 'to the man who takes him alive. I will remain here, |
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till he come to ask me for it.' |
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There was another roar. At this moment the word was passed among |
|||
the crowd that the door was forced at last, and that he who had |
|||
first called for the ladder had mounted into the room. The |
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stream abruptly turned, as this intelligence ran from mouth to |
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mouth; and the people at the windows, seeing those upon the |
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bridges pouring back, quitted their stations, and running into |
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the street, joined the concourse that now thronged pell-mell to |
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the spot they had left: each man crushing and striving with his |
|||
neighbor, and all panting with impatience to get near the door, |
|||
and look upon the criminal as the officers brought him out. The |
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cries and shrieks of those who were pressed almost to |
|||
suffocation, or trampled down and trodden under foot in the |
|||
confusion, were dreadful; the narrow ways were completely blocked |
|||
up; and at this time, between the rush of some to regain the |
|||
space in front of the house, and the unavailing struggles of |
|||
others to extricate themselves from the mass, the immediate |
|||
attention was distracted from the murderer, although the |
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universal eagerness for his capture was, if possible, increased. |
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The man had shrunk down, thoroughly quelled by the ferocity of |
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the crowd, and the impossibility of escape; but seeing this |
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sudden change with no less rapidity than it had occurred, he |
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sprang upon his feet, determined to make one last effort for his |
|||
life by dropping into the ditch, and, at the risk of being |
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stifled, endeavouring to creep away in the darkness and |
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confusion. |
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Roused into new strength and energy, and stimulated by the noise |
|||
within the house which announced that an entrance had really been |
|||
effected, he set his foot against the stack of chimneys, fastened |
|||
one end of the rope tightly and firmly round it, and with the |
|||
other made a strong running noose by the aid of his hands and |
|||
teeth almost in a second. He could let himself down by the cord |
|||
to within a less distance of the ground than his own height, and |
|||
had his knife ready in his hand to cut it then and drop. |
|||
At the very instant when he brought the loop over his head |
|||
previous to slipping it beneath his arm-pits, and when the old |
|||
gentleman before-mentioned (who had clung so tight to the railing |
|||
of the bridge as to resist the force of the crowd, and retain his |
|||
position) earnestly warned those about him that the man was about |
|||
to lower himself down--at that very instant the murderer, looking |
|||
behind him on the roof, threw his arms above his head, and |
|||
uttered a yell of terror. |
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'The eyes again!' he cried in an unearthly screech. |
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Staggering as if struck by lightning, he lost his balance and |
|||
tumbled over the parapet. The noose was on his neck. It ran up |
|||
with his weight, tight as a bow-string, and swift as the arrow it |
|||
speeds. He fell for five-and-thirty feet. There was a sudden |
|||
jerk, a terrific convulsion of the limbs; and there he hung, with |
|||
the open knife clenched in his stiffening hand. |
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The old chimney quivered with the shock, but stood it bravely. |
|||
The murderer swung lifeless against the wall; and the boy, |
|||
thrusting aside the dangling body which obscured his view, called |
|||
to the people to come and take him out, for God's sake. |
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A dog, which had lain concealed till now, ran backwards and |
|||
forwards on the parapet with a dismal howl, and collecting |
|||
himself for a spring, jumped for the dead man's shoulders. |
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Missing his aim, he fell into the ditch, turning completely over |
|||
as he went; and striking his head against a stone, dashed out his |
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brains. |
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