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This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 554 pages of information about Great Expectations.

There was a melancholy wind, and the marshes were very dismal.  A stranger would have found them insupportable, and even to me they were so oppressive that I hesitated, half inclined to go back.  But, I knew them well, and could have found my way on a far darker night, and had no excuse for returning, being there.  So, having come there against my inclination, I went on against it.

The direction that I took, was not that in which my old home lay, nor that in which we had pursued the convicts.  My back was turned towards the distant Hulks as I walked on, and, though I could see the old lights away on the spits of sand, I saw them over my shoulder.  I knew the limekiln as well as I knew the old Battery, but they were miles apart; so that if a light had been burning at each point that night, there would have been a long strip of the blank horizon between the two bright specks.

At first, I had to shut some gates after me, and now and then to stand still while the cattle that were lying in the banked-up pathway, arose and blundered down among the grass and reeds.  But after a little while, I seemed to have the whole flats to myself.

It was another half-hour before I drew near to the kiln.  The lime was burning with a sluggish stifling smell, but the fires were made up and left, and no workmen were visible.  Hard by, was a small stone-quarry.  It lay directly in my way, and had been worked that day, as I saw by the tools and barrows that were lying about.

Coming up again to the marsh level out of this excavation — for the rude path lay through it — I saw a light in the old sluice-house.  I quickened my pace, and knocked at the door with my hand.  Waiting for some reply, I looked about me, noticing how the sluice was abandoned and broken, and how the house — of wood with a tiled roof - would not be proof against the weather much longer, if it were so even now, and how the mud and ooze were coated with lime, and how the choking vapour of the kiln crept in a ghostly way towards me.  Still there was no answer, and I knocked again.  No answer still, and I tried the latch.

It rose under my hand, and the door yielded.  Looking in, I saw a lighted candle on a table, a bench, and a mattress on a truckle bedstead.  As there was a loft above, I called, “Is there any one here?” but no voice answered.  Then, I looked at my watch, and, finding that it was past nine, called again, “Is there any one here?” There being still no answer, I went out at the door, irresolute what to do.

It was beginning to rain fast.  Seeing nothing save what I had seen already, I turned back into the house, and stood just within the shelter of the doorway, looking out into the night.  While I was considering that some one must have been there lately and must soon be coming back, or the candle would not be burning, it came into my head to look if the wick were long.  I turned round to do so, and had taken up the candle in my hand, when it was extinguished by some violent shock, and the next thing I comprehended, was, that I had been caught in a strong running noose, thrown over my head from behind.

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