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The Exodus From London

           Yetakindofeddyofpeopledroveintoitsmouth; weaklingselbowedoutofthestream,whoforthemostpartrestedbutamomentbeforeplungingintoitagain. Alittlewaydownthelane,withtwofriendsbendingoverhim,layamanwithabareleg,wrappedaboutwithbloodyrags. Hewasaluckymantohavefriends. 

           Alittleoldman,withagreymilitarymoustacheandafilthyblackfrockcoat,limpedoutandsatdownbesidethetrap,removedhisboothissockwasblood-stainedshookoutapebble,andhobbledonagain; andthenalittlegirlofeightornine,allalone,threwherselfunderthehedgeclosebymybrother,weeping. 

           "Ican’tgoon!Ican’tgoon!" 

           Mybrotherwokefromhistorporofastonishmentandliftedherup,speakinggentlytoher,andcarriedhertoMissElphinstone. Sosoonasmybrothertouchedhershebecamequitestill,asiffrightened. 

           "Ellen!"shriekedawomaninthecrowd,withtearsinhervoice"Ellen!" Andthechildsuddenlydartedawayfrommybrother,crying"Mother!" 

           "Theyarecoming,"saidamanonhorseback,ridingpastalongthelane. 

           "Outoftheway,there!"bawledacoachman,toweringhigh; andmybrothersawaclosedcarriageturningintothelane. 

           Thepeoplecrushedbackononeanothertoavoidthehorse. Mybrotherpushedtheponyandchaisebackintothehedge,andthemandrovebyandstoppedattheturnoftheway. Itwasacarriage,withapoleforapairofhorses,butonlyonewasinthetraces. 

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