The Confessions of Harry Lorrequer — CompleteLever, Charles
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The Confessions of Harry Lorrequer — Complete
Lever, Charles
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“Self-preservation must be a strong instinct, for I well remember how
little pain it cost me to see the people tumbling and rolling before
and beneath me, while I continued to keep my seat. It was only the
moment before and that immense mass were in man to man encounter; now
all the indignation of both parties seemed turned upon me; brick-bats
were loudly implored, and paving stones begged to throw at my devoted
head; the wild huntsman of the German romance never created half the
terror, nor one-tenth of the mischief that I did in less than fifteen
minutes, for the ill-starred beast continued twining and twisting like
a serpent, plunging and kicking the entire time, and occasionally
biting too; all which accomplishments I afterwards learned, however
little in request in civil life, are highly prized in the horse police.
“Every new order of the sergeant was followed in his own fashion by
Marius; who very soon contrived to concentrate in my unhappy person,
all the interest of about fifteen hundred people.
“‘Secure that scoundrel,’ said the magistrate, pointing with his finger
towards me, as I rode over a respectable looking old lady, with a grey
muff. ‘Secure him. Cut him down.’
“‘Ah, devil’s luck to him, if ye do,’ said a newsmonger with a broken
shin.
“On I went, however, and now, as the Fates would have it, instead of
bearing me out of further danger, the confounded brute dashed onwards
to where the magistrate was standing, surrounded by policemen. I
thought I saw him change colour as I came on. I suppose my own looks
were none of the pleasantest, for the worthy man liked them not. Into
the midst of them we plunged, upsetting a corporal, horse and all, and
appearing as if bent upon reaching the alderman.
“‘Cut him down for heaven’s sake. Will nobody shoot him’ said he, with
a voice trembling with fear and anger.
“At these words a wretch lifted up his sabre, and made a cut at my
head. I stooped suddenly, and throwing myself from the saddle, seized
the poor alderman round the neck, and we both came rolling to the
ground together. So completely was he possessed with the notion that I
meant to assassinate him, that while I was endeavouring to extricate
myself from his grasp, he continued to beg his life in the most
heartrending manner.
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