“You must pack for me. There was the cottage she had inhabited for so many years,—in those fields she had rambled,—at that church she had prayed. A cry was then raised by the leaders to attack Wild's house, and the fury of the mob was instantly directed to that quarter. Feeling rather exhausted, it occurred to him that possibly some provisions might have been left by the constable; and, looking about, he perceived a pitcher of water and a small brown loaf on the floor. That is very bad indeed.
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