.`
What
I
ask
is
to
be
believed
.
Now
you
shall
judge
if
I
am
worthy
of
belief
,
both
as
I
was
,
and
as
I
am
.
´
Still
upon
her
knees
,
and
with
her
eyes
upon
the
fire
,
and
the
fire
shining
on
her
ruined
beauty
and
her
wild
black
hair
,
one
long
trees
of
which
she
pulled
over
her
shoulder
,
and
wound
about
her
hand
,
and
thoughtfully
bit
and
tore
while
speaking
,
she
went
on
:
`
When
I
was
young
and
pretty
,
and
this
,
´
plucking
contemptuously
at
the
hair
she
held
,
`
was
only
handled
delicately
,
and
could
n't
be
admired
enough
,
my
mother
,
who
had
not
been
very
mindful
of
me
as
a
child
,
found
out
my
merits
,
and
was
fond
of
me
,
and
proud
of
me
.
She
was
covetous
and
poor
,
and
thought
to
make
a
sort
of
property
of
me
.
No
great
lady
ever
thought
that
of
a
daughter
yet
,
I
'm
sure
,
or
acted
as
if
she
did
—
it
's
never
done
,
we
all
know
—
and
that
shows
that
the
only
instances
of
mothers
bringing
up
their
daughters
wrong
,
and
evil
coming
of
it
,
are
among
such
miserable
folks
as
us
.
´
Looking
at
the
fire
,
as
if
she
were
forgetful
,
for
the
moment
,
of
having
any
auditor
,
she
continued
in
a
dreamy
way
as
she
wound
the
long
tress
of
hair
tight
round
and
round
her
hand
.
`
What
came
of
that
,
I
need
n't
say
.
Wretched
marriages
do
n't
come
of
such
things
,
in
our
degree
;
only
wretchedness
and
ruin
.
Wretchedness
and
ruin
came
on
me
—
came
on
me
.
´
Raising
her
eyes
swiftly
from
their
moody
gaze
upon
the
fire
,
to
Harriet
's
face
,
she
said
:
`
I
am
wasting
time
,
and
there
is
none
to
spare
;
yet
if
I
had
n't
thought
of
all
,
I
should
n't
be
here
now
.
Wretchedness
and
ruin
came
on
me
,
I
say
.
I
was
made
a
short-lived
toy
,
and
flung
aside
more
cruelly
and
carelessly
than
even
such
things
are
.
By
whose
hand
do
you
think
?
´
`
Why
do
you
ask
me
?
´
said
Harriet
.
`
Why
do
you
tremble
?
´
rejoined
Alice
,
with
an
eager
look
.
`
His
usage
made
a
Devil
of
me
.
I
sunk
in
wretchedness
and
ruin
,
lower
and
lower
yet
.
I
was
concerned
in
a
robbery
—
in
every
part
of
it
but
the
gains
—
and
was
found
out
,
and
sent
to
be
tried
,
without
a
friend
,
without
a
penny
.
Though
I
was
but
a
girl
,
I
would
have
gone
to
Death
,
sooner
than
ask
him
for
a
word
,
if
a
word
of
his
could
have
saved
me
.
I
would
!
To
any
death
that
could
have
been
invented
.
But
my
mother
,
covetous
always
,
sent
to
him
in
my
name
,
told
the
true
story
of
my
case
,
and
humbly
prayed
and
petitioned
for
a
small
last
gift
—
for
not
so
many
pounds
as
I
have
fingers
on
this
hand
.
Who
was
it
,
do
you
think
,
who
snapped
his
fingers
at
me
in
my
misery
,
lying
,
as
he
believed
,
at
his
feet
,
and
left
me
without
even
this
poor
sign
of
remembrance
;
well
satisfied
that
I
should
be
sent
abroad
,
beyond
the
reach
of
further
trouble
to
him
,
and
should
die
,
and
rot
there
?
Who
was
this
,
do
you
think
?
´
`
Why
do
you
ask
me
?
´
repeated
Harriet
.
`
Why
do
you
tremble
?
´
said
Alice
,
laying
her
hand
upon
her
arm
,
and
looking
in
her
face
,
`
but
that
the
answer
is
on
your
lips
!
It
was
your
brother
James
.
´
Harriet
trembled
more
and
more
,
but
did
not
avert
her
eyes
from
the
eager
look
that
rested
on
them
.
`
When
I
knew
you
were
his
sister
—
which
was
on
that
night
—
I
came
back
,
weary
and
lame
,
to
spurn
your
gift
.
I
felt
that
night
as
if
I
could
have
travelled
,
weary
and
lame
,
over
the
whole
world
,
to
stab
him
,
if
I
could
have
found
him
in
a
lonely
place
with
no
one
near
.
Do
you
believe
that
I
was
earnest
in
all
that
?
´
`
I
do
!
Good
Heaven
,
why
are
you
come
again
?
´
`
Since
then
,
´
said
Alice
,
with
the
same
grasp
of
her
arm
,
and
the
same
look
in
her
face
,
`
I
have
seen
him
!
I
have
followed
him
with
my
eyes
,
in
the
broad
day
.
If
any
spark
of
my
resentment
slumbered
in
my
bosom
,
it
sprung
into
a
blaze
when
my
eyes
rested
on
him
.
You
know
he
has
wronged
a
proud
man
,
and
made
him
his
deadly
enemy
.
What
if
I
had
given
information
of
him
to
that
man
?
´
`
Information
!
´
repeated
Harriet
.
`
What
if
I
had
found
out
one
who
knew
your
brother
's
secret
;
who
knew
the
manner
of
his
flight
;
who
knew
where
he
and
the
companion
of
his
flight
were
gone
?
What
if
I
had
made
him
utter
all
his
knowledge
,
word
by
word
,
before
his
enemy
,
concealed
to
hear
it
?
What
if
I
had
sat
by
at
the
time
,
looking
into
this
enemy
's
face
,
and
seeing
it
change
till
it
was
scarcely
human
?
What
if
I
had
seen
him
rush
away
,
mad
,
in
pursuit
?
What
if
I
knew
,
now
,
that
he
was
on
his
road
,
more
fiend
than
man
,
and
must
,
in
so
many
hours
,
come
up
with
him
?
´
`
Remove
your
hand
!
´
said
Harriet
,
recoiling
.
`
Go
away
!
Your
touch
is
dreadful
to
me
!
´
`
I
have
done
this
,
´
pursued
the
other
,
with
her
eager
look
,
regardless
of
the
interruption
.
`
Do
I
speak
and
look
as
if
I
really
had
?
Do
you
believe
what
I
am
saying
?
´
`
I
fear
I
must
.
Let
my
arm
go
!
´
`
Not
yet
.
A
moment
more
.
You
can
think
what
my
revengeful
purpose
must
have
been
,
to
last
so
long
,
and
urge
me
to
do
this
?
´
`
Dreadful
!
´
said
Harriet
.
`
Then
when
you
see
me
now
,
´
said
Alice
hoarsely
,
`
here
again
,
kneeling
quietly
on
the
ground
,
with
my
touch
upon
your
arm
,
with
my
eyes
upon
your
face
,
you
may
believe
that
there
is
no
common
earnestness
in
what
I
say
,
and
that
no
common
struggle
has
been
battling
in
my
breast
.
I
am
ashamed
to
speak
the
words
,
but
I
relent
.
I
despise
myself
;
I
have
fought
with
myself
all
day
,
and
all
last
night
;
but
I
relent
towards
him
without
reason
,
and
wish
to
repair
what
I
have
done
,
if
it
is
possible
.
I
would
n't
have
them
come
together
while
his
pursuer
is
so
blind
and
headlong
.
If
you
had
seen
him
as
he
went
out
last
night
,
you
would
know
the
danger
better
.
´
`
How
shall
it
be
prevented
?
´
What
can
I
do
?
´
cried
Harriet
.
`
All
night
long
,
´
pursued
the
other
,
hurriedly
,
`
I
had
dreams
of
him
—
and
yet
I
did
n't
sleep
—
in
his
blood
.
All
day
,
I
have
had
him
near
me
.
´
`
What
can
I
do
?
´
cried
Harriet
,
shuddering
at
these
words
.
`
If
there
is
any
one
who
'll
write
,
or
send
,
or
go
to
him
,
let
them
lose
no
time
.
He
is
at
Dijon
.
Do
you
know
the
name
,
and
where
it
is
?
´
`
Yes
.
´
`
Warn
him
that
the
man
he
has
made
his
enemy
is
in
a
frenzy
,
and
that
he
does
n't
know
him
if
he
makes
light
of
his
approach
.
Tell
him
that
he
is
on
the
road
—
I
know
he
is
!
—
and
hurrying
on
.
Urge
him
to
get
away
while
there
is
time
—
if
there
is
time
—
and
not
to
meet
him
yet
.
A
month
or
so
will
make
years
of
difference
.
Let
them
not
encounter
,
through
me
.
Anywhere
but
there
!
Any
time
but
now
!
Let
his
foe
follow
him
,
and
find
him
for
himself
,
but
not
through
me
!
There
is
enough
upon
my
head
without
.
´
The
fire
ceased
to
be
reflected
in
her
jet
black
hair
,
uplifted
face
,
and
eager
eyes
;
her
hand
was
gone
from
Harriet
's
arm
;
and
the
place
where
she
had
been
was
empty
.
CHAPTER
LIV
The
Fugitives
THE
time
,
an
hour
short
of
midnight
;
the
place
,
a
French
apartment
,
comprising
some
half-dozen
rooms
;
—
a
dull
cold
hall
or
corridor
,
a
dining-room
a
drawing-room
,
a
bed-chamber
,
and
an
inner
drawing-room
,
or
boudoir
,
smaller
and
more
retired
than
the
rest
.
All
these
shut
in
by
one
large
pair
of
doors
on
the
main
staircase
,
but
each
room
provided
with
two
or
three
pairs
of
doors
of
its
own
,
establishing
several
means
of
communication
with
the
remaining
portion
of
the
apartment
,
or
with
certain
small
passages
within
the
wall
,
leading
,
as
is
not
unusual
in
such
houses
,
to
some
back
stairs
with
an
obscure
outlet
below
.
The
whole
situated
on
the
first
floor
of
so
large
an
Hotel
,
that
it
did
not
absorb
one
entire
row
of
windows
upon
one
side
of
the
square
court-yard
in
the
centre
,
upon
which
the
whole
four
sides
of
the
mansion
looked
.
An
air
of
splendour
,
sufficiently
faded
to
be
melancholy
,
and
sufficiently
dazzling
to
clog
and
embarrass
the
details
of
life
with
a
show
of
state
,
reigned
in
these
rooms
.
The
walls
and
ceilings
were
gilded
and
painted
;
the
floors
were
waxed
and
polished
;
crimson
drapery
hung
in
festoons
from
window
,
door
,
and
mirror
;
candelabra
,
gnarled
and
intertwisted
,
like
the
branches
of
trees
,
or
horns
of
animals
,
stuck
out
from
the
panels
of
the
wall
.
But
in
the
day-time
,
when
the
lattice-blinds
(
now
closely
shut
)
were
opened
,
and
the
light
let
in
,
traces
were
discernible
among
this
finery
,
of
wear
and
tear
and
dust
,
of
sun
and
damp
and
smoke
,
and
lengthened
intervals
of
want
of
use
and
habitation
,
when
such
shows
and
toys
of
life
seem
sensitive
like
life
,
and
waste
as
men
shut
up
in
prison
do
.
Even
night
,
and
clusters
of
burning
candles
,
could
not
wholly
efface
them
,
though
the
general
glitter
threw
them
in
the
shade
.
The
glitter
of
bright
tapers
,
and
their
reflection
in
looking-glasses
,
scraps
of
gilding
and
gay
colours
,
were
confined
,
on
this
night
,
to
one
room
—
that
smaller
room
within
the
rest
,
just
now
enumerated
.
Seen
from
the
hall
,
where
a
lamp
was
feebly
burning
,
through
the
dark
perspective
of
open
doors
,
it
looked
as
shining
and
precious
as
a
gem
.
In
the
heart
of
its
radiance
sat
a
beautiful
woman
—
Edith
.
She
was
alone
.
The
same
defiant
,
scornful
woman
still
.
The
cheek
a
little
worn
,
the
eye
a
little
larger
in
appearance
,
and
more
lustrous
,
but
the
haughty
bearing
just
the
same
.
No
shame
upon
her
brow
;
no
late
repentance
bending
her
disdainful
neck
.
Imperious
and
stately
yet
,
and
yet
regardless
of
herself
and
of
all
else
,
she
sat
with
her
dark
eyes
cast
down
,
waiting
for
some
one
.
No
book
,
no
work
,
no
occupation
of
any
kind
but
her
own
thought
,
beguiled
the
tardy
time
.
Some
purpose
,
strong
enough
to
fill
up
any
pause
,
possessed
her
.
With
her
lips
pressed
together
,
and
quivering
if
for
a
moment
she
released
them
from
her
control
;
with
her
nostril
inflated
;
her
hands
clasped
in
one
another
;
and
her
purpose
swelling
in
her
breast
;
she
sat
,
and
waited
.
At
the
sound
of
a
key
in
the
outer
door
,
and
a
footstep
in
the
hall
,
she
started
up
,
and
cried
`
Who
's
that
?
´
The
answer
was
in
French
,
and
two
men
came
in
with
jingling
trays
,
to
make
preparation
for
supper
.
`
Who
had
bade
them
to
do
so
?
´
she
asked
.
`
Monsieur
had
commanded
it
,
when
it
was
his
pleasure
to
take
the
apartment
.
Monsieur
had
said
,
when
he
stayed
there
for
an
hour
,
en
route
,
and
left
the
letter
for
Madame
—
Madame
had
received
it
surely
?
´
`
Yes
.
´
`
A
thousand
pardons
!
The
sudden
apprehension
that
it
might
have
been
forgotten
had
struck
him
;
´
a
bald
man
,
with
a
large
beard
from
a
neighbouring
restaurant
:
`
with
despair
!
Monsieur
had
said
that
supper
was
to
be
ready
at
that
hour
:
also
that
he
had
forewarned
Madame
of
the
commands
he
had
given
,
in
his
letter
.
Monsieur
had
done
the
Golden
Head
the
honour
to
request
that
the
supper
should
be
choice
and
delicate
.
Monsieur
would
find
that
his
confidence
in
the
Golden
Head
was
not
misplaced
.
´
Edith
said
no
more
,
but
looked
on
thoughtfully
while
they
prepared
the
table
for
two
persons
,
and
set
the
wine
upon
it
.
She
arose
before
they
had
finished
,
and
taking
a
lamp
,
passed
into
the
bed-chamber
and
into
the
drawing-room
,
where
she
hurriedly
but
narrowly
examined
all
the
doors
;
particularly
one
in
the
former
room
that
opened
on
the
passage
in
the
wall
.
From
this
she
took
the
key
,
and
put
it
on
the
outer
side
.
She
then
came
back
.
The
men
—
the
second
of
whom
was
a
dark
,
bilious
subject
,
in
a
jacket
,
close
shaved
,
and
with
a
black
head
of
hair
close
cropped
—
had
completed
their
preparation
of
the
table
,
and
were
standing
looking
at
it
.
He
who
had
spoken
before
,
inquired
whether
Madame
thought
it
would
be
long
before
Monsieur
arrived
?
`
She
could
n't
say
.
It
was
all
one
.
´
`
Pardon
!
There
was
the
supper
!
It
should
be
eaten
on
the
instant
.
Monsieur
(
who
spoke
French
like
an
Angel
—
or
a
Frenchman
—
it
was
all
the
same
)
had
spoken
with
great
emphasis
of
his
punctuality
.
But
the
English
nation
had
so
grand
a
genius
for
punctuality
.
Ah
!
what
noise
!
Great
Heaven
,
here
was
Monsieur
.
Behold
him
!
´
In
effect
,
Monsieur
,
admitted
by
the
other
of
the
two
,
came
,
with
his
gleaming
teeth
,
through
the
dark
rooms
,
like
a
mouth
;
and
arriving
in
that
sanctuary
of
light
and
colour
,
a
figure
at
full
length
,
embraced
Madame
,
and
addressed
her
in
the
French
tongue
as
his
charming
wife
.
`
My
God
!
Madame
is
going
to
faint
.
Madame
is
overcome
with
joy
!
´
The
bald
man
with
the
beard
observed
it
,
and
cried
out
.
Madame
had
only
shrunk
and
shivered
.
Before
the
words
were
spoken
,
she
was
standing
with
her
hand
upon
the
velvet
back
of
a
great
chair
;
her
figure
drawn
up
to
its
full
height
,
and
her
face
immoveable
.
`
François
has
flown
over
to
the
Golden
Head
for
supper
.
He
flies
on
these
occasions
like
an
angel
or
a
bird
.
The
baggage
of
Monsieur
is
in
his
room
.
All
is
arranged
.
The
supper
will
be
here
this
moment
.
´
These
facts
the
bald
man
notified
with
bows
and
smiles
,
and
presently
the
supper
came
.
The
hot
dishes
were
on
a
chafing-dish
;
the
cold
already
set
forth
,
with
the
change
of
service
on
a
sideboard
.
Monsieur
was
satisfied
with
this
arrangement
.
The
supper
table
being
small
,
it
pleased
him
very
well
.
Let
them
set
the
chafing-dish
upon
the
floor
,
and
go
.
He
would
remove
the
dishes
with
his
own
hands
.
`
Pardon
!
´
said
the
bald
man
,
politely
.
`
It
was
impossible
!
´
Monsieur
was
of
another
opinion
.
He
required
no
further
attendance
that
night
.
`
But
Madame
—
—
'
the
bald
man
hinted
.
`
Madame
,
´
replied
Monsieur
,
`
had
her
own
maid
.
It
was
enough
.
´
`
A
million
pardons
!
No
!
Madame
had
no
maid
!
´
`
I
came
here
alone
,
´
said
Edith
.
`
It
was
my
choice
to
do
so
.
I
am
well
used
to
travelling
;
I
want
no
attendance
.
They
need
send
nobody
to
me
.
´
Monsieur
accordingly
,
persevering
in
his
first
proposed
impossibility
,
proceeded
to
follow
the
two
attendants
to
the
outer
door
,
and
secure
it
after
them
for
the
night
.
The
bald
man
turning
round
to
bow
,
as
he
went
out
,
observed
that
Madame
still
stood
with
her
hand
upon
the
velvet
back
of
the
great
chair
,
and
that
her
face
was
quite
regardless
of
him
,
though
she
was
looking
straight
before
her
.
As
the
sound
of
Carker
's
fastening
the
door
resounded
through
the
intermediate
rooms
,
and
seemed
to
come
hushed
and
stifled
into
that
last
distant
one
,
the
sound
of
the
Cathedral
clock
striking
twelve
mingled
with
it
,
in
Edith
's
ears
.
She
heard
him
pause
,
as
if
he
heard
it
too
and
listened
;
and
then
came
back
towards
her
,
laying
a
long
train
of
footsteps
through
the
silence
,
and
shutting
all
the
doors
behind
him
as
he
came
along
.
Her
hand
,
for
a
moment
,
left
the
velvet
chair
to
bring
a
knife
within
her
reach
upon
the
table
;
then
she
stood
as
she
had
stood
before
.
`
How
strange
to
come
here
by
yourself
,
my
love
!
´
he
said
as
he
entered
.
`
What
?
´
she
returned
.
Her
tone
was
so
harsh
;
the
quick
turn
of
her
head
so
fierce
;
her
attitude
so
repellent
;
and
her
frown
so
black
;
that
he
stood
,
with
the
lamp
in
his
hand
,
looking
at
her
,
as
if
she
had
struck
him
motionless
.
`
I
say
,
´
he
at
length
repeated
,
putting
down
the
lamp
,
and
smiling
his
most
courtly
smile
,
`
how
strange
to
come
here
alone
!
It
was
unnecessary
caution
surely
,
and
might
have
defeated
itself
.
You
were
to
have
engaged
an
attendant
at
Havre
or
Rouen
,
and
have
had
abundance
of
time
for
the
purpose
,
though
you
had
been
the
most
capricious
and
difficult
(
as
you
are
the
most
beautiful
,
my
love
)
of
women
.
´
Her
eyes
gleamed
strangely
on
him
,
but
she
stood
with
her
hand
resting
on
the
chair
,
and
said
not
a
word
.
`
I
have
never
,
´
resumed
Carker
,
`
seen
you
look
so
handsome
,
as
you
do
to-night
.
Even
the
picture
I
have
carried
in
my
mind
during
this
cruel
probation
,
and
which
I
have
contemplated
night
and
day
,
is
exceeded
by
the
reality
.
´
Not
a
word
.
Not
a
look
.
Her
eyes
completely
hidden
by
their
drooping
lashes
,
but
her
head
held
up
.
`
Hard
,
unrelenting
terms
they
were
!
'
said
Carker
,
with
a
smile
,
`
but
they
are
all
fulfilled
and
passed
,
and
make
the
present
more
delicious
and
more
safe
.
Sicily
shall
be
the
place
of
our
retreat
.
In
the
idlest
and
easiest
part
of
the
world
,
my
soul
,
we
'll
both
seek
compensation
for
old
slavery
.
´
He
was
coming
gaily
towards
her
,
when
,
in
an
instant
,
she
caught
the
knife
up
from
the
table
,
and
started
one
pace
back
.
`
Stand
still
´
she
said
,
`
or
I
shall
murder
you
!
´
The
sudden
change
in
her
,
the
towering
fury
and
intense
abhorrence
sparkling
in
her
eyes
and
lighting
up
her
brow
,
made
him
stop
as
if
a
fire
had
stopped
him
.
`
Stand
still
!
´
she
said
,
`
come
no
nearer
me
,
upon
your
life
!
´
They
both
stood
looking
at
each
other
.
Rage
and
astonishment
were
in
his
face
,
but
he
controlled
them
and
said
lightly
,
`
Come
,
come
!
Tush
,
we
are
alone
,
and
out
of
everybody
's
sight
and
hearing
.
Do
you
think
to
frighten
me
with
these
tricks
of
virtue
?
´
`
Do
you
think
to
frighten
me
,
´
she
answered
fiercely
,
`
from
any
purpose
that
I
have
,
and
any
course
I
am
resolved
upon
,
by
reminding
me
of
the
solitude
of
this
place
,
and
there
being
no
help
near
?
Me
,
who
am
here
alone
,
designedly
?
If
I
feared
you
,
should
I
not
have
avoided
you
?
If
I
feared
you
,
should
I
be
here
,
in
the
dead
of
night
,
telling
you
to
your
face
what
I
am
going
to
tell
?
´
`
And
what
is
that
,
´
he
said
,
`
you
handsome
shrew
?
Handsomer
so
,
than
any
other
woman
in
her
best
humour
?
´
`
I
tell
you
nothing
,
´
she
returned
,
`
until
you
go
back
to
that
chair
—
except
this
,
once
again
—
Do
n't
come
near
me
!
Not
a
step
nearer
.
I
tell
you
,
if
you
do
,
as
heaven
sees
us
,
I
shall
murder
you
!
´
`
Do
you
mistake
me
for
your
husband
?
´
he
retorted
,
with
a
grin
.
Disdaining
to
reply
,
she
stretched
her
arm
out
,
pointing
to
the
chair
.
He
bit
his
lip
,
frowned
,
laughed
,
and
sat
down
in
it
,
with
a
baffled
,
irresolute
,
impatient
air
,
he
was
unable
to
conceal
;
and
biting
his
nail
nervously
,
and
looking
at
her
sideways
,
with
bitter
discomfiture
,
even
while
he
feigned
to
be
amused
by
her
caprice
.
She
put
the
knife
down
upon
the
table
,
and
touching
her
bosom
with
her
hand
,
said
:
`
I
have
something
lying
here
that
is
no
love
trinket
;
and
sooner
than
endure
your
touch
once
more
,
I
would
use
it
on
you
—
and
you
know
it
,
while
I
speak
—
with
less
reluctance
than
I
would
on
any
other
creeping
thing
that
lives
.
´
He
affected
to
laugh
jestingly
,
and
entreated
her
to
act
her
play
out
quickly
,
for
the
supper
was
growing
cold
.
But
the
secret
look
with
which
he
regarded
her
,
was
more
sullen
and
lowering
,
and
he
struck
his
foot
once
upon
the
floor
with
a
muttered
oath
.
`
How
many
times
,
´
said
Edith
,
bending
her
darkest
glance
upon
him
,
`
has
your
bold
knavery
assailed
me
with
outrage
and
insult
?
How
many
times
in
your
smooth
manner
,
and
mocking
words
and
looks
,
have
I
been
twitted
with
my
courtship
and
my
marriage
?
How
many
times
have
you
laid
bare
my
wound
of
love
for
that
sweet
,
injured
girl
,
and
lacerated
it
?
How
often
have
you
fanned
the
fire
on
which
,
for
two
years
,
I
have
writhed
;
and
tempted
me
to
take
a
desperate
revenge
,
when
it
has
most
tortured
me
?
`
I
have
no
doubt
,
Ma'am
,
´
he
replied
,
`
that
you
have
kept
a
good
account
,
and
that
it
's
pretty
accurate
.
Come
,
Edith
.
To
your
husband
,
poor
wretch
,
this
was
well
enough
—
´
`
Why
,
if
,
´
she
said
,
surveying
him
with
a
haughty
contempt
and
disgust
,
that
he
shrunk
under
,
let
him
brave
it
as
he
would
,
`
if
all
my
other
reasons
for
despising
him
could
have
been
blown
away
like
feathers
,
his
having
you
for
his
counsellor
and
favourite
,
would
have
almost
been
enough
to
hold
their
place
.
´
`
Is
that
a
reason
why
you
have
run
away
with
me
?
´
he
asked
her
,
tauntingly
.
`
Yes
,
and
why
we
are
face
to
face
for
the
last
time
.
Wretch
!
We
meet
to-night
,
and
part
to-night
.
For
not
one
moment
after
I
have
ceased
to
speak
,
will
I
stay
here
!
´
He
turned
upon
her
with
his
ugliest
look
,
and
griped
the
table
with
his
hand
;
but
neither
rose
,
nor
otherwise
answered
or
threatened
her
.
`
I
am
a
woman
,
´
she
said
,
confronting
him
steadfastly
,
`
who
from
her
very
childhood
has
been
shamed
and
steeled
.
I
have
been
offered
and
rejected
,
put
up
and
appraised
,
until
my
very
soul
has
sickened
.
I
have
not
had
an
accomplishment
or
grace
that
might
have
been
a
resource
to
me
,
but
it
has
been
paraded
and
vended
to
enhance
my
value
,
as
if
the
common
crier
had
called
it
through
the
streets
.
My
poor
,
proud
friends
,
have
looked
on
and
approved
;
and
every
tie
between
us
has
been
deadened
in
my
breast
.
There
is
not
one
of
them
for
whom
I
care
,
as
I
could
care
for
a
pet
dog
.
I
stand
alone
in
the
world
,
remembering
well
what
a
hollow
world
it
has
been
to
me
,
and
what
a
hollow
part
of
it
I
have
been
myself
.
You
know
this
,
and
you
know
that
my
fame
with
it
is
worthless
to
me
.
´
`
Yes
;
I
imagined
that
,
´
he
said
.
`
And
calculated
on
it
,
´
she
rejoined
,
`
and
so
pursued
me
.
Grown
too
indifferent
for
any
opposition
but
indifference
,
to
the
daily
working
of
the
hands
that
had
moulded
me
to
this
;
and
knowing
that
my
marriage
would
at
least
prevent
their
hawking
of
me
up
and
down
;
I
suffered
myself
to
be
sold
as
infamously
as
any
woman
with
a
halter
round
her
neck
is
sold
in
any
market-place
.
You
know
that
.
´
`
Yes
,
´
he
said
,
showing
all
his
teeth
.
`
I
know
that
.
´
`
And
calculated
on
it
,
´
she
rejoined
once
more
,
`
and
so
pursued
me
.
From
my
marriage
day
,
I
found
myself
exposed
to
such
new
shame
—
to
such
solicitation
and
pursuit
(
expressed
as
clearly
as
if
it
had
been
written
in
the
coarsest
words
,
and
thrust
into
my
hand
at
every
turn
)
from
one
mean
villain
,
that
I
felt
as
if
I
had
never
known
humiliation
till
that
time
.
This
shame
my
husband
fixed
upon
me
;
hemmed
me
round
with
,
himself
;
steeped
me
in
,
with
his
own
hands
,
and
of
his
own
act
,
repeated
hundreds
of
times
.
And
thus
—
forced
by
the
two
from
every
point
of
rest
I
had
—
forced
by
the
two
to
yield
up
the
last
retreat
of
love
and
gentleness
within
me
,
or
to
be
a
new
misfortune
on
its
innocent
object
—
driven
from
each
to
each
,
and
beset
by
one
when
I
escaped
the
other
—
my
anger
rose
almost
to
distraction
against
both
.
I
do
not
know
against
which
it
rose
higher
—
the
master
or
the
man
!
´
He
watched
her
closely
,
as
she
stood
before
him
in
the
very
triumph
of
her
indignant
beauty
.
She
was
resolute
,
he
saw
;
undauntable
;
with
no
more
fear
of
him
than
of
a
worm
.
`
What
should
I
say
of
honour
or
of
chastity
to
you
!
´
she
went
on
.
`
What
meaning
would
it
have
to
you
;
what
meaning
would
it
have
from
me
!
But
if
I
tell
you
that
the
lightest
touch
of
your
hand
makes
my
blood
cold
with
antipathy
;
that
from
the
hour
when
I
first
saw
and
hated
you
,
to
now
,
when
my
instinctive
repugnance
is
enhanced
by
every
minute
's
knowledge
of
you
I
have
since
had
,
you
have
been
a
loathsome
creature
to
me
which
has
not
its
like
on
earth
;
how
then
?
´
He
answered
with
a
faint
laugh
,
`
Aye
!
How
then
,
my
queen
?
´
`
On
that
night
,
when
,
emboldened
by
the
scene
you
had
assisted
at
,
you
dared
come
to
my
room
and
speak
to
me
,
´
she
said
,
`
what
passed
?
´
He
shrugged
his
shoulders
,
and
laughed
again
.
`
What
passed
?
´
she
said
.
`
Your
memory
is
so
distinct
,
´
he
returned
,
`
that
I
have
no
doubt
you
can
recall
it
.
´
`
I
can
,
´
she
said
.
`
Hear
it
!
Proposing
then
,
this
flight
—
not
this
flight
,
but
the
flight
you
thought
it
—
you
told
me
that
in
the
having
given
you
that
meeting
,
and
leaving
you
to
be
discovered
there
,
if
you
so
thought
fit
;
and
in
the
having
suffered
you
to
be
alone
with
me
many
times
before
,
—
and
having
made
the
opportunities
,
you
said
,
—
and
in
the
having
openly
avowed
to
you
that
I
had
no
feeling
for
my
husband
but
aversion
,
and
no
care
for
myself
—
I
was
lost
;
I
had
given
you
the
power
to
traduce
my
name
;
and
I
lived
,
in
virtuous
reputation
,
at
the
pleasure
of
your
breath
.
´
`
All
stratagems
in
love
—
´
he
interrupted
,
smiling
.
`
The
old
adage
—
´
`
On
that
night
,
´
said
Edith
,
`
and
then
the
struggle
that
I
long
had
had
with
something
that
was
not
respect
for
my
good
fame
—
that
was
I
know
not
what
—
perhaps
the
clinging
to
that
last
retreat
—
was
ended
.
On
the
night
,
and
then
,
I
turned
from
every
thing
but
passion
and
resentment
.
I
struck
a
blow
that
laid
your
lofty
master
in
the
dust
,
and
set
you
there
,
before
me
,
looking
at
me
now
,
and
knowing
what
I
mean
.
´
He
sprung
up
from
his
chair
with
a
great
oath
.
She
put
her
hand
into
her
bosom
,
and
not
a
finger
trembled
,
not
a
hair
upon
her
head
was
stirred
.
He
stood
still
:
she
too
:
the
table
and
chair
between
them
.
`
When
I
forget
that
this
man
put
his
lips
to
mine
that
night
,
and
held
me
in
his
arms
as
he
has
done
again
to-night
,
´
said
Edith
,
pointing
at
him
;
`
when
I
forget
the
taint
of
his
kiss
upon
my
cheek
—
the
cheek
that
Florence
would
have
laid
her
guiltless
face
against
—
when
I
forget
my
meeting
with
her
,
while
that
taint
was
hot
upon
me
,
and
in
what
a
flood
the
knowledge
rushed
upon
me
when
I
saw
her
,
that
in
releasing
her
from
the
persecution
I
had
caused
by
my
love
,
I
brought
a
shame
and
degradation
on
her
name
through
mine
,
and
in
all
time
to
come
should
be
the
solitary
figure
representing
in
her
mind
her
first
avoidance
of
a
guilty
creature
—
then
,
Husband
,
from
whom
I
stand
divorced
henceforth
,
I
will
forget
these
last
two
years
,
and
undo
what
I
have
done
,
and
undeceive
you
!
´
Her
flashing
eyes
,
uplifted
for
a
moment
,
lighted
again
on
Carker
,
and
she
held
some
letters
out
in
her
left
hand
.
`
See
these
!
´
she
said
,
contemptuously
.
`
You
have
addressed
these
to
me
in
the
false
name
you
go
by
;
one
here
,
some
elsewhere
on
my
road
.
The
seals
are
unbroken
.
Take
them
back
!
´
She
crunched
them
in
her
hand
,
and
tossed
them
to
his
feet
.
And
as
she
looked
upon
him
now
,
a
smile
was
on
her
face
.
`
We
meet
and
part
to-night
,
´
she
said
.
`
You
have
fallen
on
Sicilian
days
and
sensual
rest
,
too
soon
.
You
might
have
cajoled
,
and
fawned
,
and
played
your
traitor
's
part
,
a
little
longer
,
and
grown
richer
.
You
purchase
your
voluptuous
retirement
dear
!
´
`
Edith
!
´
he
retorted
,
menacing
her
with
his
hand
.
`
Sit
down
!
Have
done
with
this
!
What
devil
possesses
you
?
´
`
Their
name
is
Legion
,
´
she
replied
,
uprearing
her
proud
form
as
if
she
would
have
crushed
him
;
`
you
and
your
master
have
raised
them
in
a
fruitful
house
,
and
they
shall
tear
you
both
.
False
to
him
,
false
to
his
innocent
child
,
false
every
way
and
everywhere
,
go
forth
and
boast
of
me
,
and
gnash
your
teeth
for
once
to
know
that
you
are
lying
!
´
He
stood
before
her
muttering
and
menacing
,
and
scowling
round
as
if
for
something
that
would
help
him
to
conquer
her
;
but
with
the
same
indomitable
spirit
she
opposed
him
,
without
faltering
.
`
In
every
vaunt
you
make
,
´
she
said
,
`
I
have
my
triumph
.
I
single
out
in
you
the
meanest
man
I
know
,
the
parasite
and
tool
of
the
proud
tyrant
,
that
his
wound
may
go
the
deeper
and
may
rankle
more
.
Boast
,
and
revenge
me
on
him
!
You
know
how
you
came
here
to-night
;
you
know
how
you
stand
cowering
there
;
you
see
yourself
in
colours
quite
as
despicable
,
if
not
as
odious
,
as
those
in
which
I
see
you
.
Boast
then
,
and
revenge
me
on
yourself
.
´
The
foam
was
on
his
lips
;
the
wet
stood
on
his
forehead
.
If
she
would
have
faltered
once
for
only
one
half-moment
,
he
would
have
pinioned
her
;
but
she
was
as
firm
as
rock
,
and
her
searching
eyes
never
left
him
.
`
We
do
n't
part
so
,
´
he
said
.
`
Do
you
think
I
am
drivelling
,
to
let
you
go
in
you
mad
temper
?
´
`
Do
you
think
,
´
she
answered
,
`
that
I
am
to
be
stayed
?
´
`
I
'll
try
,
my
dear
,
´
he
said
with
a
ferocious
gesture
of
his
head
.
`
God
's
mercy
on
you
,
if
you
try
by
coming
near
me
!
she
replied
.
`
And
what
,
´
he
said
,
`
if
there
are
none
of
these
same
boasts
and
vaunts
on
my
part
?
What
if
I
were
to
turn
too
?
Come
!
´
and
his
teeth
fairly
shone
again
.
`
We
must
make
a
treaty
of
this
,
or
I
may
take
some
unexpected
course
.
Sit
down
,
sit
down
!
´
`
Too
late
!
´
she
cried
,
with
eyes
that
seemed
to
sparkle
fire
.
`
I
have
thrown
my
fame
and
good
name
to
the
winds
!
I
have
resolved
to
bear
the
shame
that
will
attach
to
me
—
resolved
to
know
that
it
attaches
falsely
—
that
you
know
it
too
—
and
that
he
does
not
,
never
can
,
and
never
shall
.
I
'll
die
,
and
make
no
sign
.
For
this
I
am
here
alone
with
you
,
at
the
dead
of
night
.
For
this
I
have
met
you
here
,
in
a
false
name
,
as
your
wife
.
For
this
,
I
have
been
seen
here
by
those
men
,
and
left
here
.
Nothing
can
save
you
now
.
´
He
would
have
sold
his
soul
to
root
her
,
in
her
beauty
,
to
the
floor
,
and
make
her
arms
drop
at
her
sides
,
and
have
her
at
his
mercy
.
But
he
could
not
look
at
her
,
and
not
be
afraid
of
her
.
He
saw
a
strength
within
her
that
was
resistless
.
He
saw
that
she
was
desperate
,
and
that
her
unquenchable
hatred
of
him
would
stop
at
nothing
.
His
eyes
followed
the
hand
that
was
put
with
such
rugged
uncongenial
purpose
into
her
white
bosom
,
and
he
thought
that
if
it
struck
at
him
,
and
failed
,
it
would
strike
there
,
just
as
soon
.
He
did
not
venture
,
therefore
,
to
advance
towards
her
:
but
the
door
by
which
he
had
entered
was
behind
him
,
and
he
stepped
back
to
lock
it
.
`
Lastly
,
take
my
warning
!
Look
to
yourself
!
´
she
said
,
and
smiled
again
.
`
You
have
been
betrayed
,
as
all
betrayers
are
.
It
has
been
made
known
that
you
are
in
this
place
,
or
were
to
be
,
or
have
been
.
If
I
live
,
I
saw
my
husband
in
a
carriage
in
the
street
to-night
!
´
`
Strumpet
,
it
's
false
!
´
cried
Carker
.
At
the
moment
,
the
bell
rang
loudly
in
the
hall
.
He
turned
white
,
as
she
held
her
hand
up
like
an
enchantress
,
at
whose
invocation
the
sound
had
come
.
`
Hark
!
do
you
hear
it
?
´
He
set
his
back
against
the
door
;
for
he
saw
a
change
in
her
,
and
fancied
she
was
coming
on
to
pass
him
.
But
,
in
a
moment
,
she
was
gone
through
the
opposite
doors
communicating
with
the
bed-chamber
,
and
they
shut
upon
her
.
Once
turned
,
once
changed
in
her
inflexible
unyielding
look
,
he
felt
that
he
could
cope
with
her
.
He
thought
a
sudden
terror
,
occasioned
by
this
night-alarm
,
had
subdued
her
;
not
the
less
readily
,
for
her
overwrought
condition
.
Throwing
open
the
doors
,
he
followed
,
almost
instantly
.
But
the
room
was
dark
;
and
as
she
made
no
answer
to
his
call
,
he
was
fain
to
go
back
for
the
lamp
.
He
held
it
up
,
and
looked
round
everywhere
,
expecting
to
see
her
crouching
in
some
corner
;
but
the
room
was
empty
.
So
,
into
the
drawing-room
and
dining-room
he
went
,
in
succession
,
with
the
uncertain
steps
of
a
man
in
a
strange
place
;
looking
fearfully
about
,
and
prying
behind
screens
and
couches
;
but
she
was
not
there
.
No
,
nor
in
the
hall
,
which
was
so
bare
that
he
could
see
that
,
at
a
glance
.
All
this
time
,
the
ringing
at
the
bell
was
constantly
renewed
;
and
those
without
were
beating
at
the
door
.
He
put
his
lamp
down
at
a
distance
,
and
going
near
it
,
listened
.
There
were
several
voices
talking
together
:
at
least
two
of
them
in
English
;
and
though
the
door
was
thick
,
and
there
was
great
confusion
,
he
knew
one
of
these
too
well
to
doubt
whose
voice
it
was
.
He
took
up
his
lamp
again
,
and
came
back
quickly
through
all
the
rooms
,
stopping
as
he
quitted
each
,
and
looking
round
for
her
,
with
the
light
raised
above
his
head
.
He
was
standing
thus
in
the
bed-chamber
,
when
the
door
,
leading
to
the
little
passage
in
the
wall
,
caught
his
eye
.
He
went
to
it
,
and
found
it
fastened
on
the
other
side
;
but
she
had
dropped
a
veil
in
going
through
,
and
shut
it
in
the
door
.
All
this
time
the
people
on
the
stairs
were
ringing
at
the
bell
,
and
knocking
with
their
hands
and
feet
.
He
was
not
a
coward
:
but
these
sounds
;
what
had
gone
before
;
the
strangeness
of
the
place
,
which
had
confused
him
,
even
in
his
return
from
the
hall
;
the
frustration
of
his
schemes
(
for
,
strange
to
say
,
he
would
have
been
much
bolder
,
if
they
had
succeeded
)
;
the
unseasonable
time
;
the
recollection
of
having
no
one
near
to
whom
he
could
appeal
for
any
friendly
office
;
above
all
,
the
sudden
sense
,
which
made
even
his
heart
beat
like
lead
,
that
the
man
whose
confidence
he
had
outraged
,
and
whom
he
had
so
treacherously
deceived
,
was
there
to
recognise
and
challenge
him
with
his
mask
plucked
off
his
face
;
struck
a
panic
through
him
.
He
tried
the
door
in
which
the
veil
was
shut
,
but
could
n't
force
it
.
He
opened
one
of
the
windows
,
and
looked
down
through
the
lattice
of
the
blind
,
into
the
court-yard
;
but
it
was
a
high
leap
,
and
the
stones
were
pitiless
.
The
ringing
and
knocking
still
continuing
—
his
panic
too
—
he
went
back
to
the
door
in
the
bed-chamber
,
and
with
some
new
efforts
,
each
more
stubborn
than
the
last
,
wrenched
it
open
.
Seeing
the
little
staircase
not
far
off
,
and
feeling
the
night-air
coming
up
,
he
stole
back
for
his
hat
and
coat
,
made
the
door
as
secure
after
him
as
he
could
,
crept
down
lamp
in
hand
,
extinguished
it
on
seeing
the
street
,
and
having
put
it
in
a
corner
,
went
out
where
the
stars
were
shining
.
CHAPTER
LV
Rob
the
Grinder
loses
his
Place
THE
porter
at
the
iron
gate
which
shut
the
court-yard
from
the
street
,
had
left
the
little
wicket
of
his
house
open
,
and
was
gone
away
;
no
doubt
to
mingle
in
the
distant
noise
at
the
door
of
the
great
staircase
.
Lifting
the
latch
softly
,
Carker
crept
out
,
and
shutting
the
jangling
gate
after
him
with
as
little
noise
as
possible
,
hurried
off
.
In
the
fever
of
his
mortification
and
unavailing
rage
,
the
panic
that
had
seized
upon
him
mastered
him
completely
.
It
rose
to
such
a
height
that
he
would
have
blindly
encountered
almost
any
risk
,
rather
than
meet
the
man
of
whom
,
two
hours
ago
,
he
had
been
utterly
regardless
.
His
fierce
arrival
,
which
he
had
never
expected
;
the
sound
of
his
voice
;
their
having
been
so
near
a
meeting
,
face
to
face
,
he
would
have
braved
out
this
,
after
the
first
momentary
shock
of
alarm
,
and
would
have
put
as
bold
a
front
upon
his
guilt
as
any
villain
.
But
the
springing
of
his
mine
upon
himself
,
seemed
to
have
rent
and
shivered
all
his
hardihood
and
self-reliance
.
Spurned
like
any
reptile
;
entrapped
and
mocked
;
turned
upon
,
and
trodden
down
by
the
proud
woman
whose
mind
he
had
slowly
poisoned
,
as
he
thought
,
until
she
had
sunk
into
the
mere
creature
of
his
pleasure
;
undeceived
in
his
deceit
,
and
with
his
fox
's
hide
stripped
off
,
he
sneaked
away
,
abashed
,
degraded
,
and
afraid
.
Some
other
terror
came
upon
him
quite
removed
from
this
of
being
pursued
,
suddenly
,
like
an
electric
shock
,
as
he
was
creeping
through
the
streets
.
Some
visionary
terror
,
unintelligible
and
inexplicable
,
associated
with
a
trembling
of
the
ground
,
—
a
rush
and
sweep
of
something
through
the
air
,
like
Death
upon
the
wing
.
He
shrunk
,
as
if
to
let
the
thing
go
by
.
It
was
not
gone
,
it
never
had
been
there
,
yet
what
a
startling
horror
it
had
left
behind
.
He
raised
his
wicked
face
,
so
full
of
trouble
,
to
the
night
sky
,
where
the
stars
,
so
full
of
peace
,
were
shining
on
him
as
they
had
been
when
he
first
stole
out
into
the
air
;
and
stopped
to
think
what
he
should
do
.
The
dread
of
being
hunted
in
a
strange
remote
place
,
where
the
laws
might
not
protect
him
—
the
novelty
of
the
feeling
that
it
was
strange
and
remote
,
originating
in
his
being
left
alone
so
suddenly
amid
the
ruins
of
his
plans
—
his
greater
dread
of
seeking
refuge
now
,
in
Italy
or
in
Sicily
,
where
men
might
be
hired
to
assassinate
him
,
he
thought
,
at
any
dark
street
corner
—
the
waywardness
of
guilt
and
fear
—
perhaps
some
sympathy
of
action
with
the
turning
back
of
all
his
schemes
—
impelled
him
to
turn
back
too
,
and
go
to
England
.
`
I
am
safer
there
,
in
any
case
.
If
I
should
not
decide
,
´
he
thought
,
`
to
give
this
fool
a
meeting
,
I
am
less
likely
to
be
traced
there
,
than
abroad
here
,
now
.
And
if
I
should
(
this
cursed
fit
being
over
)
,
at
least
I
shall
not
be
alone
,
without
a
soul
to
speak
to
,
or
advise
with
,
or
stand
by
me
.
I
shall
not
be
run
in
upon
and
worried
like
a
rat
.
´
He
muttered
Edith
's
name
,
and
clenched
his
hand
.
As
he
crept
along
,
in
the
shadow
of
the
massive
buildings
,
he
set
his
teeth
,
and
muttered
dreadful
imprecations
on
her
head
,
and
looked
from
side
to
side
,
as
if
in
search
of
her
.
Thus
,
he
stole
on
to
the
gate
of
an
inn-yard
.
The
people
were
a-bed
;
but
his
ringing
at
the
bell
soon
produced
a
man
with
a
lantern
,
in
company
with
whom
he
was
presently
in
a
dim
coach-house
,
bargaining
for
the
hire
of
an
old
phaeton
,
to
Paris
.
The
bargain
was
a
short
one
;
and
the
horses
were
soon
sent
for
.
Leaving
word
that
the
carriage
was
to
follow
him
when
they
came
,
he
stole
away
again
,
beyond
the
town
,
past
the
old
ramparts
,
out
on
the
open
road
,
which
seemed
to
glide
away
along
the
dark
plain
,
like
a
stream
.
Whither
did
it
flow
?
What
was
the
end
of
it
?
As
he
paused
,
with
some
such
suggestion
within
him
,
looking
over
the
gloomy
flat
where
the
slender
trees
marked
out
the
way
,
again
that
flight
of
Death
came
rushing
up
,
again
went
on
,
impetuous
and
resistless
,
again
was
nothing
but
a
horror
in
his
mind
,
dark
as
the
scene
and
undefined
as
its
remotest
verge
.
There
was
no
wind
;
there
was
no
passing
shadow
on
the
deep
shade
of
the
night
;
there
was
no
noise
.
The
city
lay
behind
him
,
lighted
here
and
there
,
and
starry
worlds
were
hidden
by
the
masonry
of
spire
and
roof
that
hardly
made
out
any
shapes
against
the
sky
.
Dark
and
lonely
distance
lay
around
him
everywhere
,
and
the
clocks
were
faintly
striking
two
.
He
went
forward
for
what
appeared
a
long
time
,
and
a
long
way
;
often
stopping
to
listen
.
At
last
the
ringing
of
horses
´
bells
greeted
his
anxious
ears
.
Now
softer
,
and
now
louder
,
now
inaudible
,
now
ringing
very
slowly
over
bad
ground
,
now
brisk
and
merry
,
it
came
on
;
until
with
a
loud
shouting
and
lashing
,
a
shadowy
postillion
muffled
to
the
eyes
,
checked
his
four
struggling
horses
at
his
side
.
`
Who
goes
there
!
Monsieur
?
´
`
Yes
.
´
`
Monsieur
has
walked
a
long
way
in
the
dark
midnight
.
´
`
No
matter
.
Every
one
to
his
taste
.
Were
there
any
other
horses
ordered
at
the
Post-house
?
´
`
A
thousand
devils
!
—
and
pardons
!
other
horses
?
at
this
hour
?
No.
´
`
Listen
,
my
friend
.
I
am
much
hurried
.
Let
us
see
how
fast
we
can
travel
!
The
faster
,
the
more
money
there
will
be
to
drink
.
Off
we
go
then
!
Quick
!
´
`
Halloa
!
whoop
!
Halloa
!
Hi
!
´
Away
,
at
a
gallop
,
over
the
black
landscape
,
scattering
the
dust
and
dirt
like
spray
!
The
clatter
and
commotion
echoed
to
the
hurry
and
discordance
of
the
fugitive
's
ideas
.
Nothing
clear
without
,
and
nothing
clear
within
.
Objects
flitting
past
,
merging
into
one
another
,
dimly
descried
,
confusedly
lost
sight
of
,
gone
!
Beyond
the
changing
scraps
of
fence
and
cottage
immediately
upon
the
road
,
a
lowering
waste
.
Beyond
the
shifting
images
that
rose
up
in
his
mind
and
vanished
as
they
showed
themselves
,
a
black
expanse
of
dread
and
rage
and
baffled
villany
.
Occasionally
,
a
sigh
of
mountain
air
came
from
the
distant
Jura
,
fading
along
the
plain
.
Sometimes
that
rush
which
was
so
furious
and
horrible
,
again
came
sweeping
through
his
fancy
,
passed
away
,
and
left
a
chill
upon
his
blood
.
The
lamps
,
gleaming
on
the
medley
of
horses
´
heads
,
jumbled
with
the
shadowy
driver
,
and
the
fluttering
of
his
cloak
,
made
a
thousand
indistinct
shapes
,
answering
to
his
thoughts
.
Shadows
of
familiar
people
,
stooping
at
their
desks
and
books
,
in
their
remembered
attitudes
;
strange
apparitions
of
the
man
whom
he
was
flying
from
,
or
of
Edith
;
repetitions
in
the
ringing
bells
and
rolling
wheels
,
of
words
that
had
been
spoken
;
confusions
of
time
and
place
,
making
last
night
a
month
ago
,
a
month
ago
last
night
—
home
now
distant
beyond
hope
,
now
instantly
accessible
;
commotion
,
discord
,
hurry
,
darkness
,
and
confusion
in
his
mind
,
and
all
around
him
.
—
Hallo
!
Hi
!
away
at
a
gallop
over
the
black
landscape
;
dust
and
dirt
flying
like
spray
,
the
smoking
horses
snorting
and
plunging
as
if
each
of
them
were
ridden
by
a
demon
,
away
in
a
frantic
triumph
on
the
dark
road
—
whither
?
Again
the
nameless
shock
comes
speeding
up
,
and
as
it
passes
,
the
bells
ring
in
his
ears
`
whither
?
´
The
wheels
roar
in
his
ears
`
whither
?
´
All
the
noise
and
rattle
shapes
itself
into
that
cry
.
The
lights
and
shadows
dance
upon
the
horses
´
heads
like
imps
.
No
stopping
now
:
no
slackening
!
On
,
on
!
Away
with
him
upon
the
dark
road
wildly
!
He
could
not
think
to
any
purpose
.
He
could
not
separate
one
subject
of
reflection
from
another
,
sufficiently
to
dwell
upon
it
,
by
itself
,
for
a
minute
at
a
time
.
The
crash
of
his
project
for
the
gaining
of
a
voluptuous
compensation
for
past
restraint
;
the
overthrow
of
his
treachery
to
one
who
had
been
true
and
generous
to
him
,
but
whose
least
proud
word
and
look
he
had
treasured
up
,
at
interest
,
for
years
—
for
false
and
subtle
men
will
always
secretly
despise
and
dislike
the
object
upon
which
they
fawn
,
and
always
resent
the
payment
and
receipt
of
homage
that
they
know
to
be
worthless
;
these
were
the
themes
uppermost
in
his
mind
.
A
lurking
rage
against
the
woman
who
had
so
entrapped
him
and
avenged
herself
was
always
there
;
crude
and
misshapen
schemes
of
retaliation
upon
her
,
floated
in
his
brain
;
but
nothing
was
distinct
.
A
hurry
and
contradiction
pervaded
all
his
thoughts
.
Even
while
he
was
so
busy
with
this
fevered
,
ineffectual
thinking
,
his
one
constant
idea
was
,
that
he
would
postpone
reflection
until
some
indefinite
time
.
Then
,
the
old
days
before
the
second
marriage
rose
up
in
his
remembrance
.
He
thought
how
jealous
he
had
been
of
the
boy
,
how
jealous
he
had
been
of
the
girl
,
how
artfully
he
had
kept
intruders
at
a
distance
,
and
drawn
a
circle
round
his
dupe
that
none
but
himself
should
cross
;
and
then
he
thought
,
had
he
done
all
this
to
be
flying
now
,
like
a
scared
thief
,
from
only
the
poor
dupe
?
He
could
have
laid
hands
upon
himself
for
his
cowardice
,
but
it
was
the
very
shadow
of
his
defeat
,
and
could
not
be
separated
from
it
.
To
have
his
confidence
in
his
own
knavery
so
shattered
at
a
blow
—
to
be
within
his
own
knowledge
such
a
miserable
tool
—
was
like
being
paralysed
.
With
an
impotent
ferocity
he
raged
at
Edith
,
and
hated
Mr.
Dombey
and
hated
himself
,
but
still
he
fled
,
and
could
do
nothing
else
.
Again
and
again
he
listened
for
the
sound
of
wheels
behind
.
Again
and
again
his
fancy
heard
it
,
coming
on
louder
and
louder
.
At
last
he
was
so
persuaded
of
this
,
that
he
cried
out
,
`
Stop
!
´
preferring
even
the
loss
of
ground
to
such
uncertainty
.
The
word
soon
brought
carriage
,
horses
,
driver
,
all
in
a
heap
together
,
across
the
road
.
`
The
devil
!
´
cried
the
driver
,
looking
over
his
shoulder
,
`
what
's
the
matter
?
´
`
Hark
!
What
's
that
?
´
`
What
?
´
`
That
noise
?
´
`
Ah
Heaven
,
be
quiet
,
cursed
brigand
!
´
to
a
horse
who
shook
his
bells
.
`
What
noise
?
´
`
Behind
.
Is
it
not
another
carriage
at
a
gallop
?
There
!
what
's
that
?
´
`
Miscreant
with
a
pig
's
head
,
stand
still
!
´
to
another
horse
,
who
bit
another
,
who
frightened
the
other
two
,
who
plunged
and
backed
.
`
There
is
nothing
coming
.
´
`
Nothing
.
´
`
No
,
nothing
but
the
day
yonder
.
´
`
You
are
right
,
I
think
.
I
hear
nothing
now
,
indeed
.
Go
on
!
´
The
entangled
equipage
,
half
hidden
in
the
reeking
cloud
from
the
horses
,
goes
on
slowly
at
first
,
for
the
driver
,
checked
unnecessarily
in
his
progress
,
sulkily
takes
out
a
pocket-knife
,
and
puts
a
new
lash
to
his
whip
.
Then
`
Hallo
,
whoop
!
Hallo
,
hi
!
´
Away
once
more
,
savagely
.
And
now
the
stars
faded
,
and
the
day
glimmered
,
and
standing
in
the
carriage
,
looking
back
,
he
could
discern
the
track
by
which
he
had
come
,
and
see
that
there
was
no
traveller
within
view
,
on
all
the
heavy
expanse
.
And
soon
it
was
broad
day
,
and
the
sun
began
to
shine
on
cornfields
and
vineyards
;
and
solitary
labourers
,
risen
from
little
temporary
huts
by
heaps
of
stones
upon
the
road
,
were
,
here
and
there
,
at
work
repairing
the
highway
,
or
eating
bread
.
By
and
by
,
there
were
peasants
going
to
their
daily
labour
,
or
to
market
,
or
lounging
at
the
doors
of
poor
cottages
,
gazing
idly
at
him
as
he
passed
.
An
then
there
was
a
postyard
,
ankle-deep
in
mud
,
with
steaming
dunghills
and
vast
outhouses
half
ruined
;
and
looking
on
this
dainty
prospect
,
an
immense
,
old
shadeless
,
glaring
,
stone
chateau
,
with
half
its
windows
blinded
,
and
green
damp
crawling
lazily
over
it
,
from
the
balustraded
terrace
to
the
taper
tips
of
the
extinguishers
upon
the
turrets
.
Gathered
up
moodily
in
a
corner
of
the
carriage
,
and
only
intent
on
going
fast
—
except
when
he
stood
up
,
for
a
mile
together
,
and
looked
back
;
which
he
would
do
whenever
there
was
a
piece
of
open
country
—
he
went
on
,
still
postponing
thought
indefinitely
,
and
still
always
tormented
with
thinking
to
no
purpose
.
Shame
,
disappointment
,
and
discomfiture
gnawed
at
his
heart
;
a
constant
apprehension
of
being
overtaken
,
or
met
—
for
he
was
groundlessly
afraid
even
of
travellers
,
who
came
towards
him
by
the
way
he
was
going
—
oppressed
him
heavily
.
The
same
intolerable
awe
and
dread
that
had
come
upon
his
in
the
night
,
returned
unweakened
in
the
day
.
The
monotonous
ringing
of
the
bells
and
tramping
of
the
horses
;
the
monotony
of
his
anxiety
,
and
useless
rage
;
the
monotonous
wheel
of
fear
,
regret
,
and
passion
,
he
kept
turning
round
and
round
;
made
the
journey
like
a
vision
,
in
which
nothing
was
quite
real
but
his
own
torment
.
It
was
a
vision
of
long
roads
;
that
stretched
away
to
an
horizon
,
always
receding
and
never
gained
;
of
ill-paved
towns
,
up
hill
and
down
,
where
faces
came
to
dark
doors
and
ill-glazed
windows
,
and
where
rows
of
mud-bespattered
cows
and
oxen
were
tied
up
for
sale
in
the
long
narrow
streets
,
butting
and
lowing
,
and
receiving
blows
on
their
blunt
heads
from
bludgeons
that
might
have
beaten
them
in
;
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