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themselves republicans should have sunk again to the grade of mere slaves. I despise France! If England had gone as far on the march of civilization as France did, she would hardly have retreated so shamelessly. You dont mean to say that besotted imperial France is any worse than bloody republican France? demanded Helstone fiercely. I mean to say nothing: but I can think what I please, you know, Mr. Helstone, both about France and England; and about revolutions, and regicides, and restorations in general; and about the divine right of kings, which you often stickle for in your sermons, and the duty of non-resistance, and the sanity of war, and Mr. Moores sentence was here cut short by the rapid rolling up of a gig, and its sudden stoppage in the middle of the road. Both he and the Rector had been too much occupied with their discourse to notice its approach till it was close upon them. Nah, maister, did th waggons hit home? demanded a voice from the vehicle. Can that be Joe Scott? Ay, ay! returned another voice; for the gig contained two persons, as was seen by the glimmer of its lamp. The men with the lanterns had now fallen into the rear, or, rather, the equestrians of the rescue- party had outridden the pedestrians. Ay, Mr. Moore, its Joe Scott. Im bringing him back to you in a bonny pickle. I fand him on the top of the moor yonder him and three others. What will you give me for restoring him to you? Why, my thanks, I believe: for I could better have afforded to lose a better man. That is you, I suppose, Mr. Yorke, by your voice? Ay, lad, its me. I was coming home from Stilbro market, and just as I got to the middle of the moor, and was whipping on as swift as the wind (for these, they say, are not safe times, thanks to a bad Government!), I heard a groan. I pulled upsome would have whipped on faster, but Ive naught to fear, that I know of. I dont believe theres a lad in these parts would harm meat least, Id give them as good as I got if they offered to do it. I said, Is there aught wrong anywhere? Deed is there, somebody says, speaking out of the ground, like. Whats to do? Be sharp, and tell me! I ordered. Nobbut four on us ligging in a ditch, says Joe, as quiet as could be. I telld em More shame to em, and bid them get up and move on, or Id lend them a lick of the gig-whip; for my notion was they were all fresh. Wed ha done that an hour sin, but were teed wi a bit o band, says Joe. So in a while I got down and loosed em wi my penknife, and Scott would ride wi me to tell me all how it happened, and tothers are coming on as fast as their feet will bring them. Well, I am greatly obliged to you, Mr. Yorke. Are you, my lad? You know youre not. However, here are the rest approaching. And here, by the Lord! is another set with lights in their pitchers, like the army of Gideon, and as weve th parson wi usgood evening, Mr. Helstonewese do. Mr. Helstone returned the salutation of the individual in the gig very stiffly indeed. That individual proceeded: Were eleven strong men, and theres both horses and chariots amang us. If we could only fall in wi some of these starved ragamuffins of frame-breakers, we could win a grand victory; we could ivry one be a Wellingtonthat would please ye, Mr. Helstone! And sich paragraphs as we could contrive for t papers! Briarfield suld be famous. But wese hev a column and a half i th Stilbro Courier ower this job as it is, I dare sayIse expect no less. And Ill promise you no less, Mr. Yorke, for Ill write the article myself, returned the Rector. |
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