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Chapter 56 - Page 2
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The adjuration was so earnest and vehement, that the man, with a lantern in his hand, came running outa€"toll-keeper though he wasa€" and was about to throw the gate open, when happening to look behind him, he exclaimed, a€˜Good Heaven, whata€™s that! Another fire!a€™
At this, the three turned their heads, and saw in the distancea€" straight in the direction whence they had comea€"a broad sheet of flame, casting a threatening light upon the clouds, which glimmered as though the conflagration were behind them, and showed like a wrathful sunset.
a€˜My mind misgives me,a€™ said the horseman, a€˜or I know from what far building those flames come. Dona€™t stand aghast, my good fellow. Open the gate!a€™
a€˜Sir,a€™ cried the man, laying his hand upon his horsea€™s bridle as he let him through: a€˜I know you now, sir; be advised by me; do not go on. I saw them pass, and know what kind of men they are. You will be murdered.a€™
a€˜So be it!a€™ said the horseman, looking intently towards the fire, and not at him who spoke.
a€˜But sira€"sir,a€™ cried the man, grasping at his rein more tightly yet, a€˜if you do go on, wear the blue riband. Here, sir,a€™ he added, taking one from his own hat, a€˜ita€™s necessity, not choice, that makes me wear it; ita€™s love of life and home, sir. Wear it for this one night, sir; only for this one night.a€™
a€˜Do!a€™ cried the three friends, pressing round his horse. a€˜Mr Haredalea€"worthy sira€"good gentlemana€"pray be persuaded.a€™
a€˜Whoa€™s that?a€™ cried Mr Haredale, stooping down to look. a€˜Did I hear Daisya€™s voice?a€™
a€˜You did, sir,a€™ cried the little man. a€˜Do be persuaded, sir. This gentleman says very true. Your life may hang upon it.a€™
a€˜Are you,a€™ said Mr Haredale abruptly, a€˜afraid to come with me?a€™
a€˜I, sir?a€"N-n-no.a€™
a€˜Put that riband in your hat. If we meet the rioters, swear that I took you prisoner for wearing it. I will tell them so with my own lips; for as I hope for mercy when I die, I will take no quarter from them, nor shall they have quarter from me, if we come hand to hand to-night. Up herea€"behind mea€"quick! Clasp me tight round the body, and fear nothing.a€™
In an instant they were riding away, at full gallop, in a dense cloud of dust, and
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