” He mumbled, driving on. At the end of two long lines of foot-guards stood the cart with a powerful black horse harnessed to it. There's a man dying—Captain Darrell. I miss them so. 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. His was the Latin turn of thinking; he had fallen in love at thirteen, and he was still capable—he prided himself—of falling in love.
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