"Yes，yes，"herejoined，inanswertothefewwordsInowspoketotryandcalmhim，"don’tbeafraidaboutme。Afterwhatyouhavesaid，I’llanswerformyowncoolnessandcomposureunderallemergencies。IhavebeensolongusedtotheapparitionthatIhardlyfeelitspresenceatallexceptonrareoccasions。
　　Besides，Ihavehereinthislittlepacketoflettersthemedicineforeverymaladyofthesickheart。TheyareAda’sletters；Ireadthemtocalmmewhenevermymisfortuneseemstogetthebetterofmyendurance。Iwantedthathalfhourtoreadtheminto—nightbeforeyoucame，tomakemyselffittoseeyou，andIshallgothroughthemagainafteryouaregone；so，oncemore，don’tbeafraidaboutme。IknowIshallsucceedwithyourhelp，andAdashallthankyouasyoudeservetobethankedwhenwegetbacktoEngland。IfyouhearthefoolsatNaplestalkaboutmybeingmad，don’ttroubleyourselftocontradictthem；
　　thescandalissocontemptiblethatitmustendbycontradictingitself。"
　　Ilefthim，promisingtoreturnearlythenextday。
　　WhenIgotbacktomyhotel，IfeltthatanyideaofsleepingafterallthatIhadseenandheardwasoutofthequestion；soI
　　litmypipe，and，sittingbythewindow——howitrefreshedmymindjustthentolookatthecalmmoonlight！——triedtothinkwhatitwouldbebesttodo。Inthefirstplace，anyappealtodoctorsortoAlfred’sfriendsinEnglandwasoutofthequestion。Icouldnotpersuademyselfthathisintellectwassufficientlydisorderedtojustifyme，underexistingcircumstances，indisclosingthesecretwhichhehadintrustedtomykeeping。Inthesecondplace，allattemptsonmyparttoinducehimtoabandontheideaofsearchingouthisuncle’sremainswouldbeutterlyuselessafterwhatIhadincautiouslysaidtohim。Havingsettledthesetwoconclusions，theonlyreallygreatdifficultywhichremainedtoperplexmewaswhetherIwasjustifiedinaidinghimtoexecutehisextraordinarypurpose。
　　Supposingthat，withmyhelp，hefoundMr。Monkton’sbody，andtookitbackwithhimtoEngland，wasitrightinmethustolendmyselftopromotingthemarriagewhichwouldmostlikelyfollowtheseevents——amarriagewhichitmightbethedutyofeveryonetopreventatallhazards？Thissetmethinkingabouttheextentofhismadness，ortospeakmoremildlyandmorecorrectly，ofhisdelusion。Sanehecertainlywasonallordinarysubjects；
　　nay，inallthenarrativepartsofwhathehadsaidtomeonthisveryeveninghehadspokenclearlyandconnectedly。Asforthestoryoftheapparition，othermen，withintellectsasclearastheintellectsoftheirneighborshadfanciedthemselvespursuedbyaphantom，andhadevenwrittenaboutitinahighstrainofphilosophicalspeculation。ItwasplainthattherealhallucinationinthecasenowbeforemelayinMonkton’sconvictionofthetruthoftheoldprophecy，andinhisideathatthefanciedapparitionwasasupernaturalwarningtohimtoevadeitsdenunciations；anditwasequallyclearthatbothdelusionshadbeenproduced，inthefirstinstance，bythelonelylifehehadledactingonanaturallyexcitabletemperament，whichwasrenderedfurtherliabletomoraldiseasebyanhereditarytaintofinsanity。
　　Wasthiscurable？MissElmslie，whoknewhimfarbetterthanI
　　did，seemedbyherconducttothinkso。HadIanyreasonorrighttodetermineoffhandthatshewasmistaken？SupposingIrefusedtogotothefrontierwithhim，hewouldthenmostcertainlydepartbyhimself，tocommitallsortsoferrors，andperhapstomeetwithallsortsofaccidents；whileI，anidleman，withmytimeentirelyatmyowndisposal，wasstoppingatNaples，andleavinghimtohisfateafterIhadsuggestedtheplanofhisexpedition，andhadencouragedhimtoconfideinme。InthiswayIkeptturningthesubjectoverandoveragaininmymind，beingquitefree，letmeadd，fromlookingatitinanyotherthanapracticalpointofview。Ifirmlybelieved，asaderiderofallghoststories，thatAlfredwasdeceivinghimselfinfancyingthathehadseentheapparitionofhisunclebeforethenewsofMr。
　　Monkton’sdeathreachedEngland，andIwasonthisaccount，therefore，uninfluencedbytheslightestinfectionofmyunhappyfriend’sdelusionswhenIatlastfairlydecidedtoaccompanyhiminhisextraordinarysearch。Possiblymyharum—scarumfondnessforexcitementatthattimebiasedmealittleinformingmyresolution；butImustadd，incommonjusticetomyself，thatI
　　alsoactedfrommotivesofrealsympathyforMonkton，andfromasincerewishtoallay，ifIcould，theanxietyofthepoorgirlwhowasstillsofaithfullywaitingandhopingforhimfarawayinEngland。
　　Certainarrangementspreliminarytoourdeparture，whichIfoundmyselfobligedtomakeafterasecondinterviewwithAlfred，betrayedtheobjectofourjourneytomostofourNeapolitanfriends。Theastonishmentofeverybodywasofcourseunbounded，andthenearlyuniversalsuspicionthatImustbeasmadinmywayasMonktonhimselfshoweditselfprettyplainlyinmypresence。SomepeopleactuallytriedtocombatmyresolutionbytellingmewhatashamelessprofligateStephenMonktonhadbeen——asifIhadastrongpersonalinterestinhuntingouthisremains！Ridiculemovedmeaslittleasanyargumentsofthissort；mymindwasmadeup，andIwasasobstinatethenasIamnow。
　　Intwodays’timeIhadgoteverythingready，andhadorderedthetravelingcarriagetothedoorsomehoursearlierthanwehadoriginallysettled。Wewerejoviallythreatenedwith"apartingcheer"byallourEnglishacquaintances，andIthoughtitdesirabletoavoidthisonmyfriend’saccount；forhehadbeenmoreexcited，asitwas，bythepreparationsforthejourneythanIatallliked。Accordingly，soonaftersunrise，withoutasoulinthestreettostareatus，weprivatelyleftNaples。
　　Nobodywillwonder，Ithink，thatIexperiencedsomedifficultyinrealizingmyownposition，andshrankinstinctivelyfromlookingforwardasingledayintothefuture，whenInowfoundmyselfstarting，incompanywith"MadMonkton，"tohuntforthebodyofadeadduelistallalongthefrontierlineoftheRomanStates！
　　CHAPTERV。
　　IHADsettleditinmyownmindthatwehadbettermakethetownofFondi，closeonthefrontier，ourheadquarters，tobeginwith，andIhadarranged，withtheassistanceoftheembassy，thattheleadencoffinshouldfollowussofar，securelynailedupinitspacking—case。Besidesourpassports，wewerewellfurnishedwithlettersofintroductiontothelocalauthoritiesatmostoftheimportantfrontiertowns，and，tocrownall，wehadmoneyenoughatourcommand（thankstoMonkton’svastfortune）tomakesureoftheservicesofanyonewhomwewantedtoassistusallalongourlineofsearch。Thesevariousresourcesinsureduseveryfacilityforaction，providedalwaysthatwesucceededindiscoveringthebodyofthedeadduelist。But，intheveryprobableeventofourfailingtodothis，ourfutureprospects——moreespeciallyaftertheresponsibilityIhadundertaken——wereofanythingbutanagreeablenaturetocontemplate。IconfessIfeltuneasy，almosthopeless，asweposted，inthedazzlingItaliansunshine，alongtheroadtoFondi。
　　Wemadeaneasytwodays’journeyofit；forIhadinsisted，onMonkton’saccount，thatweshouldtravelslowly。
　　Onthefirstdaytheexcessiveagitationofmycompanionalittlealarmedme；heshowed，inmanyways，moresymptomsofadisorderedmindthanIhadyetobservedinhim。Onthesecondday，however，heseemedtogetaccustomedtocontemplatecalmlythenewideaofthesearchonwhichwewerebent，and，exceptononepoint，hewascheerfulandcomposedenough。Wheneverhisdeaduncleformedthesubjectofconversation，hestillpersisted——onthestrengthoftheoldprophecy，andundertheinfluenceoftheapparitionwhichhesaw，orthoughthesawalways——inassertingthatthecorpseofStephenMonkton，whereveritwas，layyetunburied。Oneveryothertopichedeferredtomewiththeutmostreadinessanddocility；onthishemaintainedhisstrangeopinionwithanobstinacywhichsetreasonandpersuasionalikeatdefiance。
　　OnthethirddaywerestedatFondi。Thepacking—case，withthecoffininit，reachedus，andwasdepositedinasafeplaceunderlockandkey。Weengagedsomemules，andfoundamantoactasguidewhoknewthecountrythoroughly。Itoccurredtomethatwehadbetterbeginbyconfidingtherealobjectofourjourneyonlytothemosttrustworthypeoplewecouldfindamongthebetter—educatedclasses。Forthisreasonwefollowed，inonerespect，theexampleofthefataldueling—party，bystarting，earlyonthemorningofthefourthday，withsketch—booksandcolor—boxes，asifwewereonlyartistsinsearchofthepicturesque。
　　AftertravelingsomehoursinanortherlydirectionwithintheRomanfrontier，wehaltedtorestourselvesandourmulesatawildlittlevillagefaroutofthetrackoftouristsingeneral。
　　Theonlypersonofthesmallestimportanceintheplacewasthepriest，andtohimIaddressedmyfirstinquiries，leavingMonktontoawaitmyreturnwiththeguide。IspokeItalianquitefluently，andcorrectlyenoughformypurpose，andwasextremelypoliteandcautiousinintroducingmybusiness，butinspiteofallthepainsItook，IonlysucceededinfrighteningandbewilderingthepoorpriestmoreandmorewitheveryfreshwordI
　　saidtohim。Theideaofadueling—partyandadeadmanseemedtoscarehimoutofhissenses。Hebowed，fidgeted，casthiseyesuptoheaven，andpiteouslyshrugginghisshoulders，toldme，withrapidItaliancircumlocution，thathehadnotthefaintestideaofwhatIwastalkingabout。Thiswasmyfirstfailure。IconfessIwasweakenoughtofeelalittledispiritedwhenIrejoinedMonktonandtheguide。
　　Aftertheheatofthedaywasoverweresumedourjourney。
　　Aboutthreemilesfromthevillage，theroad，orrathercart—track，branchedoffintwodirections。Thepathtotheright，ourguideinformedus，ledupamongthemountainstoaconventaboutsixmilesoff。IfwepenetratedbeyondtheconventweshouldsoonreachtheNeapolitanfrontier。ThepathtotheleftledfarinwardontheRomanterritory，andwouldconductustoasmalltownwherewecouldsleepforthenight。NowtheRomanterritorypresentedthefirstandfittestfieldforoursearch，andtheconventwasalwayswithinreach，supposingwereturnedtoFondiunsuccessful。Besides，thepathtotheleftledoverthewidestpartofthecountrywewerestartingtoexplore，andIwasalwaysforvanquishingthegreatestdifficultyfirst；sowedecidedmanfullyonturningtotheleft。Theexpeditioninwhichthisresolutioninvolveduslastedawholeweek，andproducednoresults。Wediscoveredabsolutelynothing，andreturnedtoourheadquartersatFondisocompletelybaffledthatwedidnotknowwhithertoturnourstepsnext。
　　IwasmademuchmoreuneasybytheeffectofourfailureonMonktonthanbythefailureitself。Hisresolutionappearedtobreakdownaltogetherassoonaswebegantoretraceoursteps。
　　Hebecamefirstfretfulandcapricious，thensilentanddesponding。Finally，hesankintoalethargyofbodyandmindthatseriouslyalarmedme。OnthemorningafterourreturntoFondiheshowedastrangetendencytosleepincessantly，whichmademesuspecttheexistenceofsomephysicalmaladyinhisbrain。Thewholedayhehardlyexchangedawordwithme，andseemedtobeneverfairlyawake。EarlythenextmorningIwentintohisroom，andfoundhimassilentandlethargicasever。Hisservant，whowaswithus，informedmethatAlfredhadonceortwicebeforeexhibitedsuchphysicalsymptomsofmentalexhaustionaswewerenowobservingduringhisfather’slifetimeatWincotAbbey。Thispieceofinformationmademefeeleasier，andleftmymindfreetoreturntotheconsiderationoftheerrandwhichhadbroughtustoFondi。
　　Iresolvedtooccupythetimeuntilmycompaniongotbetterinprosecutingoursearchbymyself。Thatpathtotherighthandwhichledtotheconventhadnotyetbeenexplored。IfIsetofftotraceit，IneednotbeawayfromMonktonmorethanonenight，andIshouldatleastbeable，onmyreturn，togivehimthesatisfactionofknowingthatonemoreuncertaintyregardingtheplaceoftheduelhadbeenclearedup。Theseconsiderationsdecidedme。IleftamessageformyfriendincaseheaskedwhereIhadgone，andsetoutoncemoreforthevillageatwhichwehadhaltedwhenstartingonourfirstexpedition。
　　Intendingtowalktotheconvent，Ipartedcompanywiththeguideandthemuleswherethetrackbranchedoff，leavingthemtogobacktothevillageandawaitmyreturn。
　　Forthefirstfourmilesthepathgentlyascendedthroughanopencountry，thenbecameabruptlymuchsteeper，andledmedeeperanddeeperamongthicketsandendlesswoods。BythetimemywatchinformedmethatImusthavenearlywalkedmyappointeddistance，theviewwasboundedonallsidesandtheskywasshutoutoverheadbyanimperviousscreenofleavesandbranches。Istillfollowedmyonlyguide，thesteeppath；andintenminutes，emergingsuddenlyonaplotoftolerablyclearandlevelground，Isawtheconventbeforeme。
　　Itwasadark，low，sinister—lookingplace。Notasignoflifeormovementwasvisibleanywhereaboutit。Greenstainsstreakedtheoncewhitefacadeofthechapelinalldirections。Mossclusteredthickineverycreviceoftheheavyscowlingwallthatsurroundedtheconvent。Longlankweedsgrewoutofthefissuresofroofandparapet，and，droopingfardownward，wavedwearilyinandoutofthebarreddormitorywindows。Theverycrossoppositetheentrance—gate，withashockinglife—sizedfigureinwoodnailedtoit，wassobesetatthebasewithcrawlingcreatures，andlookedsoslimy，green，androttenallthewayup，thatI
　　absolutelyshrankfromit。
　　Abell—ropewithabrokenhandlehungbythegate。Iapproachedit——hesitated，Ihardlyknewwhy——lookedupattheconventagain，andthenwalkedroundtothebackofthebuilding，partlytogaintimetoconsiderwhatIhadbetterdonext，partlyfromanunaccountablecuriositythaturgedme，strangelytomyself，toseeallIcouldoftheoutsideoftheplacebeforeIattemptedtogainadmissionatthegate。
　　AtthebackoftheconventIfoundanouthouse，builtontothewall——aclumsy，decayedbuilding，withthegreaterpartoftherooffallenin，andwithajaggedholeinoneofitssides，whereinallprobabilityawindowhadoncebeen。Behindtheouthousethetreesgrewthickerthanever。AsIlookedtowardthemIcouldnotdeterminewhetherthegroundbeyondmeroseorfell——whetheritwasgrassy，orearthy，orrocky。Icouldseenothingbuttheall—pervadingleaves，brambles，ferns，andlonggrass。
　　Notasoundbroketheoppressivestillness。Nobird’snoterosefromtheleafywildernessaroundme；novoicesspokeintheconventgardenbehindthescowlingwall；noclockstruckinthechapel—tower；nodogbarkedintheruinedouthouse。Thedeadsilencedeepenedthesolitudeoftheplaceinexpressibly。Ibegantofeelitweighingonmyspirits——themore，becausewoodswereneverfavoriteplaceswithmetowalkin。Thesortofpastoralhappinesswhichpoetsoftenrepresentwhentheysingoflifeinthewoodsnever，tomymind，hashalfthecharmoflifeonthemountainorintheplain。WhenIaminawood，Imisstheboundlesslovelinessofthesky，andthedelicioussoftnessthatdistancegivestotheearthlyviewbeneath。Ifeeloppressivelythechangewhichthefreeairsufferswhenitgetsimprisonedamongleaves，andIamalwaysawed，ratherthanpleased，bythatmysteriousstilllightwhichshineswithsuchastrangedimlusterindeepplacesamongtrees。Itmayconvictmeofwantoftasteandabsenceofduefeelingforthemarvelousbeautiesofvegetation，butImustfranklyownthatIneverpenetratefarintoawoodwithoutfindingthatthegettingoutofitagainisthepleasantestpartofmywalk——thegettingoutontothebarestdown，thewildesthill—side，thebleakestmountaintop——thegettingoutanywhere，sothatIcanseetheskyovermeandtheviewbeforemeasfarasmyeyecanreach。
　　AftersuchaconfessionasIhavenowmade，itwillappearsurprisingtonoonethatIshouldhavefeltthestrongestpossibleinclination，whileIstoodbytheruinedouthouse，toretracemystepsatonce，andmakethebestofmywayoutofthewood。Ihad，indeed，actuallyturnedtodepart，whentheremembranceoftheerrandwhichhadbroughtmetotheconventsuddenlystayedmyfeet。ItseemeddoubtfulwhetherIshouldbeadmittedintothebuildingifIrangthebell；andmorethandoubtful，ifIwereletin，whethertheinhabitantswouldbeabletoaffordmeanyclewtotheinformationofwhichIwasinsearch。However，itwasmydutytoMonktontoleavenomeansofhelpinghiminhisdesperateobjectuntried；soIresolvedtogoroundtothefrontoftheconventagain，andringatthegate—bellatallhazards。
　　BythemerestchanceIlookedupasIpassedthesideoftheouthousewherethejaggedholewas，andnoticedthatitwaspiercedratherhighinthewall。
　　AsIstoppedtoobservethis，theclosenessoftheatmosphereinthewoodseemedtobeaffectingmemoreunpleasantlythanever。
　　Iwaitedaminuteanduntiedmycravat。
　　Closeness？surelyitwassomethingmorethanthat。Theairwasevenmoredistastefultomynostrilsthantomylungs。Therewassomefaint，indescribablesmellloadingit——somesmellofwhichI
　　hadneverhadanypreviousexperience——somesmellwhichIthought（nowthatmyattentionwasdirectedtoit）grewmoreandmorecertainlytraceabletoitssourcethenearerIadvancedtotheouthouse，BythetimeIhadtriedtheexperimenttwoorthreetimes，andhadmademyselfsureofthisfact，mycuriositybecameexcited。
　　Therewereplentyoffragmentsofstoneandbricklyingaboutme。
　　Igatheredsomeofthemtogether，andpiledthemupbelowthehole，thenmountedtothetop，and，feelingratherashamedofwhatIwasdoing，peepedintotheouthouse。
　　ThesightofhorrorthatmetmyeyestheinstantIlookedthroughtheholeisaspresenttomymemorynowasifIhadbeheldityesterday。Icanhardlywriteofitatthisdistanceoftimewithoutathrilloftheoldterrorrunningthroughmeagaintotheheart。
　　Thefirstimpressionconveyedtome，asIlookedin，wasofalong，recumbentobject，tingedwithalightishbluecolorallover，extendedontrestles，andbearingacertainhideous，half—formedresemblancetothehumanfaceandfigure。Ilookedagain，andfeltcertainofit。Thereweretheprominencesoftheforehead，nose，andchin，dimlyshownasunderaveil——there，theroundoutlineofthechestandthehollowbelowit——there，thepointsoftheknees，andthestiff，ghastly，upturnedfeet。I
　　lookedagain，yetmoreattentively。Myeyesgotaccustomedtothedimlightstreaminginthroughthebrokenroof，andIsatisfiedmyself，judgingbythegreatlengthofthebodyfromheadtofoot，thatIwaslookingatthecorpseofaman——acorpsethathadapparentlyoncehadasheetspreadoverit，andthathadlainrottingonthetrestlesundertheopenskylongenoughforthelinentotakethelivid，light—bluetingeofmildewanddecaywhichnowcoveredit。
　　HowlongIremainedwithmyeyesfixedonthatdreadsightofdeath，onthattombless，terriblewreckofhumanity，poisoningthestillair，andseemingeventostainthefaintdescendinglightthatdisclosedit，Iknownot。Irememberadull，distantsoundamongthetrees，asifthebreezewererising——theslowcreepingonofthesoundtoneartheplacewhereIstood——thenoiselesswhirlingfallofadeadleafonthecorpsebelowme，throughthegapintheouthouseroof——andtheeffectofawakeningmyenergies，ofrelaxingtheheavystrainonmymind，whicheventheslightchangewroughtinthesceneIbeheldbythefallingleafproducedinmeimmediately。Idescendedtotheground，and，sittingdownontheheapofstones，wipedawaythethickperspirationwhichcoveredmyface，andwhichInowbecameawareofforthefirsttime。ItwassomethingmorethanthehideousspectacleunexpectedlyofferedtomyeyeswhichhadshakenmynervesasIfeltthattheywereshakennow。Monkton’spredictionthat，ifwesucceededindiscoveringhisuncle’sbody，weshouldfinditunburied，recurredtometheinstantIsawthetrestlesandtheirghastlyburden。IfeltassuredontheinstantthatI
　　hadfoundthedeadman——theoldprophecyrecurredtomymemory——astrangeyearningsorrow，avagueforebodingofill，aninexplicableterror，asIthoughtofthepoorladwhowasawaitingmyreturninthedistanttown，struckthroughmewithachillofsuperstitiousdread，robbedmeofmyjudgmentandresolution，andleftmewhenIhadatlastrecoveredmyself，weakanddizzy，asifIhadjustsufferedundersomepangofoverpoweringphysicalpain。
　　Ihastenedroundtotheconventgateandrangimpatientlyatthebell——waitedalittlewhileandrangagain——thenheardfootsteps。
　　Inthemiddleofthegate，justoppositemyface，therewasasmallslidingpanel，notmorethanafewincheslong；thiswaspresentlypushedasidefromwithin。Isaw，throughabitofirongrating，twodull，lightgrayeyesstaringvacantlyatme，andheardafeeblehuskyvoicesaying：
　　"Whatmayyoupleasetowant？’
　　"Iamatraveler——"Ibegan。
　　"Weliveinamiserableplace。Wehavenothingtoshowtravelershere。"
　　"Idon’tcometoseeanything。Ihaveanimportantquestiontoask，whichIbelievesomeoneinthisconventwillbeabletoanswer。Ifyouarenotwillingtoletmein，atleastcomeoutandspeaktomehere。"
　　"Areyoualone？"
　　"Quitealone。"
　　"Aretherenowomenwithyou？"
　　"None。"
　　Thegatewasslowlyunbarred，andanoldCapuchin，veryinfirm，verysuspicious，andverydirty，stoodbeforeme。Iwasfartooexcitedandimpatienttowasteanytimeinprefatoryphrases；so，tellingthemonkatoncehowIhadlookedthroughtheholeintheouthouse，andwhatIhadseeninside，Iaskedhim，inplainterms，whothemanhadbeenwhosecorpseIhadbeheld，andwhythebodywasleftunburied？
　　TheoldCapuchinlistenedtomewithwateryeyesthattwinkledsuspiciously。Hehadabatteredtinsnuff—boxinhishand，andhisfingerandthumbslowlychasedafewscatteredgrainsofsnuffroundandroundtheinsideoftheboxallthetimeIwasspeaking。WhenIhaddone，heshookhisheadandsaid："Thatwascertainlyanuglysightintheirouthouse；oneoftheugliestsights，hefeltsure，thateverIhadseeninallmylife！"
　　"Idon’twanttotalkofthesight，"Irejoined，impatiently；"I
　　wanttoknowwhothemanwas，howhedied，andwhyheisnotdecentlyburied。Canyoutellme？"
　　Themonk’sfingerandthumbhavingcapturedthreeorfourgrainsofsnuffatlast，heslowlydrewthemintohisnostrils，holdingtheboxopenunderhisnosethewhile，topreventthepossibilityofwastingevenonegrain，sniffedonceortwiceluxuriously——closedthebox——thenlookedatmeagainwithhiseyeswateringandtwinklingmoresuspiciouslythanbefore。
　　"Yes，"saidthemonk，"that’sanuglysightinourouthouse——averyuglysight，certainly！"
　　Ineverhadmoredifficultyinkeepingmytemperinmylifethanatthatmoment。Isucceeded，however，inrepressingaverydisrespectfulexpressiononthesubjectofmonksingeneral，whichwasonthetipofmytongue，andmadeanotherattempttoconquertheoldman’sexasperatingreserve。Fortunatelyformychancesofsucceedingwithhim，Iwasasnuff—takermyself，andI
　　hadaboxfullofexcellentEnglishsnuffinmypocket，whichI
　　nowproducedasabribe。Itwasmylastresource。
　　"Ithoughtyourboxseemedemptyjustnow，"saidI；"willyoutryapinchoutofmine？"