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The Exodus From London
Mybrothersawdimlythroughthedustthattwomenliftedoutsomethingonawhitestretcherandputitgentlyonthegrassbeneaththeprivethedge.
Oneofthemencamerunningtomybrother.
"Whereisthereanywater?"hesaid. "Heisdyingfast,andverythirsty.ItisLordGarrick."
"LordGarrick!"saidmybrother;"theChiefJustice?"
"Thewater?"hesaid.
"Theremaybeatap,"saidmybrother,"insomeofthehouses. Wehavenowater. Idarenotleavemypeople."
Themanpushedagainstthecrowdtowardsthegateofthecornerhouse.
"Goon!"saidthepeople,thrustingathim."Theyarecoming!Goon!"
Thenmybrother’sattentionwasdistractedbyabearded,eagle-facedmanluggingasmallhandbag,whichsplitevenasmybrother’seyesrestedonitanddisgorgedamassofsovereignsthatseemedtobreakupintoseparatecoinsasitstrucktheground. Theyrolledhitherandthitheramongthestrugglingfeetofmenandhorses. Themanstoppedandlookedstupidlyattheheap,andtheshaftofacabstruckhisshoulderandsenthimreeling. Hegaveashriekanddodgedback,andacartwheelshavedhimnarrowly.
"Way!"criedthemenallabouthim."Makeway!"
Sosoonasthecabhadpassed,heflunghimself,withbothhandsopen,upontheheapofcoins,andbeganthrustinghandfulsinhispocket.