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Profound
silence
;
silence
so
deep
that
even
their
breathings
were
conspicuous
in
the
hush
.
Tom
shouted
.
The
call
went
echoing
down
the
empty
aisles
and
died
out
in
the
distance
in
a
faint
sound
that
resembled
a
ripple
of
mocking
laughter
.
"
Oh
,
do
n't
do
it
again
,
Tom
,
it
is
too
horrid
,
"
said
Becky
.
"
It
is
horrid
,
but
I
better
,
Becky
;
they
might
hear
us
,
you
know
,
"
and
he
shouted
again
.
The
"
might
"
was
even
a
chillier
horror
than
the
ghostly
laughter
,
it
so
confessed
a
perishing
hope
.
The
children
stood
still
and
listened
;
but
there
was
no
result
.
Tom
turned
upon
the
back
track
at
once
,
and
hurried
his
steps
.
It
was
but
a
little
while
before
a
certain
indecision
in
his
manner
revealed
another
fearful
fact
to
Becky
--
he
could
not
find
his
way
back
!
"
Oh
,
Tom
,
you
did
n't
make
any
marks
!
"
"
Becky
,
I
was
such
a
fool
!
Such
a
fool
!
I
never
thought
we
might
want
to
come
back
!
No
--
I
ca
n't
find
the
way
.
It
's
all
mixed
up
.
"
"
Tom
,
Tom
,
we
're
lost
!
we
're
lost
!
We
never
can
get
out
of
this
awful
place
!
Oh
,
why
DID
we
ever
leave
the
others
!
"
She
sank
to
the
ground
and
burst
into
such
a
frenzy
of
crying
that
Tom
was
appalled
with
the
idea
that
she
might
die
,
or
lose
her
reason
.
He
sat
down
by
her
and
put
his
arms
around
her
;
she
buried
her
face
in
his
bosom
,
she
clung
to
him
,
she
poured
out
her
terrors
,
her
unavailing
regrets
,
and
the
far
echoes
turned
them
all
to
jeering
laughter
.
Tom
begged
her
to
pluck
up
hope
again
,
and
she
said
she
could
not
.
He
fell
to
blaming
and
abusing
himself
for
getting
her
into
this
miserable
situation
;
this
had
a
better
effect
.
She
said
she
would
try
to
hope
again
,
she
would
get
up
and
follow
wherever
he
might
lead
if
only
he
would
not
talk
like
that
any
more
.
For
he
was
no
more
to
blame
than
she
,
she
said
.
So
they
moved
on
again
--
aimlessly
--
simply
at
random
--
all
they
could
do
was
to
move
,
keep
moving
.
For
a
little
while
,
hope
made
a
show
of
reviving
--
not
with
any
reason
to
back
it
,
but
only
because
it
is
its
nature
to
revive
when
the
spring
has
not
been
taken
out
of
it
by
age
and
familiarity
with
failure
.
By-and-by
Tom
took
Becky
's
candle
and
blew
it
out
.
This
economy
meant
so
much
!
Words
were
not
needed
.
Becky
understood
,
and
her
hope
died
again
.
She
knew
that
Tom
had
a
whole
candle
and
three
or
four
pieces
in
his
pockets
--
yet
he
must
economize
.
