my brother touched her she became quite still, as if frightened.
Ellen! shrieked a woman in the crowd, with tears in her
voice Ellen! And the child suddenly darted away from my brother,
crying Mother!
They are coming, said a man on horseback, riding past along the lane.
Out of the way, there! bawled a coachman, towering high; and my
brother saw a closed carriage turning into the lane.
The people crushed back on one another to avoid the horse. My brother
pushed the pony and chaise back into the hedge, and the man drove by
and stopped at the turn of the way. It was a carriage, with a pole for
a pair of horses, but only one was in the traces. My brother saw dimly
through the dust that two men lifted out something on a white stretcher
and put it gently on the grass beneath the privet hedge.
One of the men came running to my brother.
Where is there any water? he said. He is dying fast, and very
thirsty. It is Lord Garrick.
Lord Garrick! said my brother; the Chief Justice?
The water? he said.
There may be a tap, said my brother, in some of the houses. We have
no water. I dare not leave my people.
The man pushed against the crowd towards the gate of the corner house.
Go on! said the people, thrusting at him. They are coming! Go on!
Then my brother s attention was distracted by a bearded, eagle-faced
man lugging a small handbag, which split even as my brother s eyes
rested on it and disgorged a mass of sovereigns that seemed to break up
into separate coins as it struck the ground. They rolled hither and
thither among the struggling feet of men and horses. The man stopped
and looked stupidly at the heap, and the shaft of a cab struck his
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