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VII. The Morning and the Evening of a Day

           “Theywereonlycutoutbysomeladwithhisknife,andareworthnothing.”AndChristianwentbackandprivatelypocketedthem.

           Wildeveopenedthedoorandlookedout.Thenightwaswarmandcloudy.“ByGad!’tisdark,”hecontinued.“ButIsupposeweshallfindourway.”

           “Ifweshouldlosethepathitmightbeawkward,”saidChristian.“Alanternistheonlyshieldthatwillmakeitsafeforus.”

           “Let’shavealanternbyallmeans.”Thestablelanternwasfetchedandlighted.Christiantookuphisgownpiece,andthetwosetouttoascendthehill.

           Withintheroomthemenfellintochattilltheirattentionwasforamomentdrawntothechimney-corner.Thiswaslarge,and,inadditiontoitsproperrecess,containedwithinitsjambs,likemanyonEgdon,arecedingseat,sothatapersonmightsitthereabsolutelyunobserved,providedtherewasnofiretolighthimup,aswasthecasenowandthroughoutthesummer.Fromthenicheasingleobjectprotrudedintothelightfromthecandlesonthetable.Itwasaclaypipe,anditscolourwasreddish.Themenhadbeenattractedtothisobjectbyavoicebehindthepipeaskingforalight.

           “Uponmylife,itfairlystartledmewhenthemanspoke!”saidFairway,handingacandle.“Oh—’tisthereddleman!You’vekeptaquiettongue,youngman.”

           “Yes,Ihadnothingtosay,”observedVenn.Inafewminuteshearoseandwishedthecompanygoodnight.

           MeanwhileWildeveandChristianhadplungedintotheheath.

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