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Most of the mob were armed with pikes, staves, swords, muskets, and other weapons, and offered a most desperate resistance to the soldiery, whom they drove back with a shower of paving-stones. Blue haze had settled beyond the black silhouettes of trees, graduating to the deep violet that began the night sky. “I’m six hundred and forty-eight, John, but guess how old I look? Fifteen. 1.
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