There is turmoil, shouts, cries, jostlings, milling congestions that suddenly break and flow in opposite directions. I'd like to shake you until your bones rattled; but the bones of a Roundhead wouldn't rattle to any purpose. I should lose every scrap of independence—even my self-respect. F.
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