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you, left on earth. Iā€™ll put your body in the kilnā ā€”Iā€™d carry two such to it, on my Shouldersā ā€”and, let people suppose what they may of you, they shall never know nothing.ā€

My mind, with inconceivable rapidity followed out all the consequences of such a death. Estellaā€™s father would believe I had deserted him, would be taken, would die accusing me; even Herbert would doubt me, when he compared the letter I had left for him with the fact that I had called at Miss Havishamā€™s gate for only a moment; Joe and Biddy would never know how sorry I had been that night, none would ever know what I had suffered, how true I had meant to be, what an agony I had passed through. The death close before me was terrible, but far more terrible than death was the dread of being misremembered after death. And so quick were my thoughts, that I saw myself despised by unborn generationsā ā€”Estellaā€™s children, and their childrenā ā€”while the wretchā€™s words were yet on his lips.

ā€œNow, wolf,ā€ said he, ā€œafore I kill you like any other beastā ā€”which is wot I mean to do and wot I have tied you up forā ā€”Iā€™ll have a good look at you and a good goad at you. O you enemy!ā€

It had passed through my thoughts to cry out for help again; though few could know better than I, the solitary nature of the spot, and the hopelessness of aid. But as he sat gloating over me, I was supported by a scornful detestation of him that sealed my lips. Above all things, I resolved that I would not entreat him, and that I would die making some last poor resistance to him. Softened as my thoughts of all the rest of men were in that dire extremity; humbly beseeching pardon, as I did, of Heaven; melted at heart, as I was, by the thought that I had taken no farewell, and never now could take farewell of those who were dear to me, or could explain myself to them, or ask for their compassion on my miserable errorsā ā€”still, if I could have killed him, even in dying, I would have done it.

He had been drinking, and his eyes were red and bloodshot. Around his neck was slung a tin bottle, as I had often seen his meat and drink slung about him in other days. He brought the bottle to his lips, and took a fiery drink from it; and I smelt the strong spirits that I saw flash into his face.

ā€œWolf!ā€ said he, folding his arms again, ā€œOld Orlickā€™s a going to tell you somethink. It was you as did for your shrew sister.ā€

Again my mind, with its former inconceivable rapidity, had exhausted the whole subject of the attack upon my sister, her illness, and her death, before his slow and hesitating speech had formed these words.

ā€œIt was you, villain,ā€ said I.

ā€œI tell you it was your doingā ā€”I tell you it was done through you,ā€ he retorted, catching up the gun, and making a blow with the stock at the vacant air between us. ā€œI come upon her from behind, as I come upon you tonight. I givā€™ it her! I left her for dead, and if there had been a limekiln as nigh her as there is now nigh you, she shouldnā€™t have come to life again. But it warnā€™t Old Orlick as did it; it was you. You was favored, and he was bullied and beat. Old Orlick bullied and beat, eh? Now you pays for it. You done it; now you pays for it.ā€

He drank again, and became more ferocious. I saw by his tilting of the bottle that there was no great quantity left in it. I distinctly understood that he was working himself up with its contents to make an end of me. I knew that every drop it held was a drop of my life. I knew that when I was changed into a part of the vapor that had crept towards me but a little while before, like my own warning ghost, he would do as he had done in my sisterā€™s caseā ā€”make all haste to the town, and be seen slouching about there drinking at the alehouses. My rapid mind pursued him to the town, made a picture of the street with him in it, and contrasted its lights and life with the lonely marsh and the white vapor creeping over it, into which I should have dissolved.

It was not only that I could have summed up years and years and years while he said a dozen words, but that what he did say presented pictures to me, and not mere words. In the excited and exalted state of my brain, I could not think of a place without seeing it, or of persons without seeing them. It is impossible to overstate the vividness of these images, and yet I was so intent, all the time, upon him himselfā ā€”who would not be intent on the tiger crouching to spring!ā ā€”that I knew of the slightest action of his fingers.

When he had drunk this second time, he rose from the bench on which he sat, and pushed the table aside. Then, he took up the candle, and, shading it with his murderous hand so as to throw its light on me, stood before me, looking at me and enjoying the sight.

ā€œWolf, Iā€™ll tell you something more. It was Old Orlick as you tumbled over on your stairs that night.ā€

I saw the staircase with its extinguished lamps. I saw the shadows of the heavy stair rails, thrown by the watchmanā€™s lantern on the wall. I saw the rooms that I was never to see again; here, a door half open; there, a door closed; all the articles of furniture around.

ā€œAnd why was Old Orlick there? Iā€™ll tell you something more, wolf. You and her have pretty well hunted me out of this country, so far as getting a easy living in it

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