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Yet
I
lingered
about
,
and
could
not
tear
myself
away
,
thinking
of
all
possible
harm
that
might
happen
to
the
child
—
of
fires
and
robberies
and
even
murder
—
and
feeling
as
if
some
evil
must
ensue
if
I
turned
my
back
upon
the
place
.
The
closing
of
a
door
or
window
in
the
street
brought
me
before
the
curiosity
-
dealer
’
s
once
more
;
I
crossed
the
road
and
looked
up
at
the
house
to
assure
myself
that
the
noise
had
not
come
from
there
.
No
,
it
was
black
,
cold
,
and
lifeless
as
before
.
There
were
few
passengers
astir
;
the
street
was
sad
and
dismal
,
and
pretty
well
my
own
.
A
few
stragglers
from
the
theatres
hurried
by
,
and
now
and
then
I
turned
aside
to
avoid
some
noisy
drunkard
as
he
reeled
homewards
,
but
these
interruptions
were
not
frequent
and
soon
ceased
.
The
clocks
struck
one
.
Still
I
paced
up
and
down
,
promising
myself
that
every
time
should
be
the
last
,
and
breaking
faith
with
myself
on
some
new
plea
as
often
as
I
did
so
.
The
more
I
thought
of
what
the
old
man
had
said
,
and
of
his
looks
and
bearing
,
the
less
I
could
account
for
what
I
had
seen
and
heard
.
I
had
a
strong
misgiving
that
his
nightly
absence
was
for
no
good
purpose
.
I
had
only
come
to
know
the
fact
through
the
innocence
of
the
child
,
and
though
the
old
man
was
by
at
the
time
,
and
saw
my
undisguised
surprise
,
he
had
preserved
a
strange
mystery
upon
the
subject
and
offered
no
word
of
explanation
.
These
reflections
naturally
recalled
again
more
strongly
than
before
his
haggard
face
,
his
wandering
manner
,
his
restless
anxious
looks
.
His
affection
for
the
child
might
not
be
inconsistent
with
villany
of
the
worst
kind
;
even
that
very
affection
was
in
itself
an
extraordinary
contradiction
,
or
how
could
he
leave
her
thus
?
Disposed
as
I
was
to
think
badly
of
him
,
I
never
doubted
that
his
love
for
her
was
real
.
I
could
not
admit
the
thought
,
remembering
what
had
passed
between
us
,
and
the
tone
of
voice
in
which
he
had
called
her
by
her
name
.
‘
Stay
here
of
course
,
’
the
child
had
said
in
answer
to
my
question
,
‘
I
always
do
!
’
What
could
take
him
from
home
by
night
,
and
every
night
!
I
called
up
all
the
strange
tales
I
had
ever
heard
of
dark
and
secret
deeds
committed
in
great
towns
and
escaping
detection
for
a
long
series
of
years
;
wild
as
many
of
these
stories
were
,
I
could
not
find
one
adapted
to
this
mystery
,
which
only
became
the
more
impenetrable
,
in
proportion
as
I
sought
to
solve
it
.
Occupied
with
such
thoughts
as
these
,
and
a
crowd
of
others
all
tending
to
the
same
point
,
I
continued
to
pace
the
street
for
two
long
hours
;
at
length
the
rain
began
to
descend
heavily
,
and
then
over
-
powered
by
fatigue
though
no
less
interested
than
I
had
been
at
first
,
I
engaged
the
nearest
coach
and
so
got
home
.
A
cheerful
fire
was
blazing
on
the
hearth
,
the
lamp
burnt
brightly
,
my
clock
received
me
with
its
old
familiar
welcome
;
everything
was
quiet
,
warm
and
cheering
,
and
in
happy
contrast
to
the
gloom
and
darkness
I
had
quitted
.
But
all
that
night
,
waking
or
in
my
sleep
,
the
same
thoughts
recurred
and
the
same
images
retained
possession
of
my
brain
I
had
ever
before
me
the
old
dark
murky
rooms
—
the
gaunt
suits
of
mail
with
their
ghostly
silent
air
—
the
faces
all
awry
,
grinning
from
wood
and
stone
—
the
dust
and
rust
and
worm
that
lives
in
wood
—
and
alone
in
the
midst
of
all
this
lumber
and
decay
and
ugly
age
,
the
beautiful
child
in
her
gentle
slumber
,
smiling
through
her
light
and
sunny
dreams
.
After
combating
,
for
nearly
a
week
,
the
feeling
which
impelled
me
to
revisit
the
place
I
had
quitted
under
the
circumstances
already
detailed
,
I
yielded
to
it
at
length
;
and
determining
that
this
time
I
would
present
myself
by
the
light
of
day
,
bent
my
steps
thither
early
in
the
morning
.
I
walked
past
the
house
,
and
took
several
turns
in
the
street
,
with
that
kind
of
hesitation
which
is
natural
to
a
man
who
is
conscious
that
the
visit
he
is
about
to
pay
is
unexpected
,
and
may
not
be
very
acceptable
.
However
,
as
the
door
of
the
shop
was
shut
,
and
it
did
not
appear
likely
that
I
should
be
recognized
by
those
within
,
if
I
continued
merely
to
pass
up
and
down
before
it
,
I
soon
conquered
this
irresolution
,
and
found
myself
in
the
Curiosity
Dealer
’
s
warehouse
.
