Eustace Marchmont: A friend of the peopleEverett-Green, Evelyn
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Eustace Marchmont: A friend of the people
Everett-Green, Evelyn
West Country (England) -- Fiction
“Well, as far as I understand the matter, it was like this. Saul and
his satellites were in possession of the Duke’s carriage, and acted
as a sort of bodyguard whilst it made its journeys through the town.
But as soon as it was recognised by the other side as being the Duke’s
coach, and rumour spread abroad the report of how it had been taken
from his Grace and put to these vile purposes, a counter-demonstration
was at once organised. A mob of men wearing the colours not only of Sir
Roland but of the Viscount, combined together to effect the rescue of
the carriage, and very soon this ill-fated vehicle became the centre of
a continuous and never-ceasing furious riot. It still remained in the
possession of Saul’s men, but it was hemmed in by a crowd of enemies;
and though by sheer weight and dogged power of resistance it was driven
to and fro between the polling place and the town streets, its progress
became with each succeeding journey more difficult, and the fighting
around it hotter and hotter.”
“How extraordinary people are!” said Bride, with a light shiver, “as
though it did any good to make these fearful disturbances and riots. Do
they really think any cause will be benefited by such things? It seems
all so strange and sad.”
“At least it seems the outcome of ordinary human nature at such times,”
answered Eustace. “I did not know much about what was going on for
some time, but by-and-bye word was brought that the fighting over the
carriage was getting really rather serious. Once it had been taken
possession of by the rival rabble, and was being borne back in triumph
to the hotel to be put once more at the service of its owner; but
then Saul led a tremendous charge with his roughs, and the fortunes
of the day turned once more in his favour. Things in the town were
getting so serious that some soldiers had been brought in under Captain
O’Shaughnessy, and were drawn up in readiness not far off. But we all
hoped there would be no need for their interference, and I thought I
would go down and see what it was all about, and, if it was possible,
draw off our own adherents from the unseemly riot.”
“And that was how you got hurt?” said Bride.
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