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- # Realization and Hiding
## Overview
This is a subsection from Chapter XIII of *Israel Potter* by Herman Melville, titled "Realization and Hiding." It was extracted on January 30, 2026, from the file [israel_potter.txt](arke:01KG89J1DKC9HHJRKY25JZBEXW). The subsection covers lines 3163-3203 of the source text.
## Context
This subsection is part of [CHAPTER XIII. HIS ESCAPE FROM THE HOUSE, WITH VARIOUS ADVENTURES FOLLOWING.](arke:01KG8AJJ261FWJ1RK528BTY9AX) within the novel *Israel Potter*. The novel itself is part of the [Melville Complete Works](arke:01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW) collection. The preceding subsection is "no previous subsection", and the subsequent subsection is [Planning the Escape and Acquiring Disguise](arke:01KG8AK5N1E116AC2YR9PRMQK6).
## Contents
In this subsection, Israel realizes that Squire Woodcock has died, which explains the mystery of the past three days. He fears being discovered in the house and suspected of wrongdoing. While contemplating his predicament, he hears someone approaching and hides in the wall, inadvertently causing a noise that frightens a woman in the room, leading the household to believe they have encountered the Squire's ghost.
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- He started at the funereal aspect of the room, into which, since he
last stood there, undertakers seemed to have stolen. The curtains of
the window were festooned with long weepers of crape. The four corners
of the red cloth on the round table were knotted with crape.
Knowing nothing of these mournful customs of the country, nevertheless,
Israel’s instinct whispered him that Squire Woodcock lived no more on
this earth. At once the whole three days’ mystery was made clear. But
what was now to be done? His friend must have died very suddenly; most
probably struck down in a fit, from which he never more rose. With him
had perished all knowledge of the fact that a stranger was immured in
the mansion. If discovered then, prowling here in the inmost privacies
of a gentleman’s abode, what would befall the wanderer, already not
unsuspected in the neighborhood of some underhand guilt as a fugitive?
If he adhered to the strict truth, what could he offer in his own
defence without convicting himself of acts which, by English tribunals,
would be accounted flagitious crimes? Unless, indeed, by involving the
memory of the deceased Squire Woodcock in his own self acknowledged
proceedings, so ungenerous a charge should result in an abhorrent
refusal to credit his extraordinary tale, whether as referring to
himself or another, and so throw him open to still more grievous
suspicions?
While wrapped in these dispiriting reveries, he heard a step not very
far off in the passage. It seemed approaching. Instantly he flew to the
jamb, which remained unclosed, and disappearing within, drew the stone
after him by the iron knob. Owing to his hurried violence the jamb
closed with a dull, dismal and singular noise. A shriek followed from
within the room. In a panic, Israel fled up the dark stairs, and near
the top, in his eagerness, stumbled and fell back to the last step with
a rolling din, which, reverberated by the arch overhead, smote through
and through the wall, dying away at last indistinctly, like low muffled
thunder among the clefts of deep hills. When raising himself instantly,
not seriously bruised by his fall, Israel instantly listened, the
echoing sounds of his descent were mingled with added shrieks from
within the room. They seemed some nervous female’s, alarmed by what
must have appeared to her supernatural, or at least unaccountable,
noises in the wall. Directly he heard other voices of alarm
undistinguishably commingled, and then they retreated together, and all
again was still.
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