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Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870

"Barnaby Rudge: a tale of the Riots of 'eighty"

'I
mean to provide for you, don't I? Stand up!'
'Where am I to go? What is to become of me after my actions of this
night!' cried Miggs. 'What resting-places now remains but in the silent
tombses!'
'I wish you was in the silent tombses, I do,' cried Mr Tappertit, 'and
boxed up tight, in a good strong one. Here,' he cried to one of the
bystanders, in whose ear he whispered for a moment: 'Take her off, will
you. You understand where?'
The fellow nodded; and taking her in his arms, notwithstanding her
broken protestations, and her struggles (which latter species of
opposition, involving scratches, was much more difficult of resistance),
carried her away. They who were in the house poured out into the street;
the locksmith was taken to the head of the crowd, and required to walk
between his two conductors; the whole body was put in rapid motion;
and without any shouts or noise they bore down straight on Newgate, and
halted in a dense mass before the prison-gate.

Chapter 64

Breaking the silence they had hitherto preserved, they raised a great
cry as soon as they were ranged before the jail, and demanded to speak
to the governor. This visit was not wholly unexpected, for his house,
which fronted the street, was strongly barricaded, the wicket-gate of
the prison was closed up, and at no loophole or grating was any person
to be seen.


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