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Hester was still behind the counter, but had moved so as to be near

the window; so she heard what they were saying, and now put in her

word: 'She can't be altogether bad, for she thought o' telling her mother

first thing, according to what she said.'

Sylvia gave Hester a quick, grateful look. But Hester had resumed

her gaze out of the window, and did not see the glance.

And now Molly Corney joined them, hastily bursting into the shop.

'Hech!' said she. 'Hearken! how they're crying and shouting down on

t' quay. T' gang's among 'em like t' day of judgment. Hark!'

No one spoke, no one breathed, I had almost said no heart beat for

listening. Not long; in an instant there rose the sharp simultaneous

cry of many people in rage and despair. Inarticulate at that

distance, it was yet an intelligible curse, and the roll, and the

roar, and the irregular tramp came nearer and nearer.

'They're taking 'em to t' Randyvowse,' said Molly. 'Eh! I wish I'd

King George here just to tell him my mind.' The girl clenched her hands, and set her teeth.

'It's terrible hard!' said Hester; 'there's mothers, and wives,

looking out for 'em, as if they were stars dropt out o' t' lift.'

'But can we do nothing for 'em?' cried Sylvia. 'Let us go into t'

thick of it and do a bit of help; I can't stand quiet and see 't!'

Half crying, she pushed forwards to the door; but Philip held her

back.

'Sylvie! you must not. Don't be silly; it's the law, and no one can

do aught against it, least of all women and lasses.

By this time the vanguard of the crowd came pressing up Bridge

Street, past the windows of Foster's shop. It consisted of wild,

half-amphibious boys, slowly moving backwards, as they were

compelled by the pressure of the coming multitude to go on, and yet

anxious to defy and annoy the gang by insults, and curses half

choked with their indignant passion, doubling their fists in the

very faces of the gang who came on with measured movement, armed to

the teeth, their faces showing white with repressed and determined

energy against the bronzed countenances of the half-dozen sailors,

who were all they had thought it wise to pick out of the whaler's

crew, this being the first time an Admiralty warrant had been used

in Monkshaven for many years; not since the close of the American

war, in fact. One of the men was addressing to his townspeople, in a

high pitched voice, an exhortation which few could hear, for,

pressing around this nucleus of cruel wrong, were women crying

aloud, throwing up their arms in imprecation, showering down abuse

as hearty and rapid as if they had been a Greek chorus. Their wild,

famished eyes were strained on faces they might not kiss, their

cheeks were flushed to purple with anger or else livid with impotent

craving for revenge. Some of them looked scarce human; and yet an

hour ago these lips, now tightly drawn back so as to show the teeth

with the unconscious action of an enraged wild animal, had been soft

and gracious with the smile of hope; eyes, that were fiery and

bloodshot now, had been loving and bright; hearts, never to recover

from the sense of injustice and cruelty, had been trustful and glad

only one short hour ago.