The Prince in the toils

           WeleftJohnCantydraggingtherightfulprinceintoOffalCourt,withanoisyanddelightedmobathisheels.Therewasbutonepersoninitwhoofferedapleadingwordforthecaptive,andhewasnotheeded;hewashardlyevenheard,sogreatwastheturmoil.ThePrincecontinuedtostruggleforfreedom,andtorageagainstthetreatmenthewassuffering,untilJohnCantylostwhatlittlepatiencewasleftinhim,andraisedhisoakencudgelinasuddenfuryoverthePrince’shead.Thesinglepleaderfortheladsprangtostoptheman’sarm,andtheblowdescendeduponhisownwrist.Cantyroaredout

           "Thou’ltmeddle,wiltthou?Thenhavethyreward."

           

           Hiscudgelcrasheddownuponthemeddler’shead:therewasagroan,adimformsanktothegroundamongthefeetofthecrowd,andthenextmomentitlaythereinthedarkalone.Themobpressedon,theirenjoymentnothingdisturbedbythisepisode.

           PresentlythePrincefoundhimselfinJohnCanty’sabode,withthedoorclosedagainsttheoutsiders.Bythevaguelightofatallowcandlewhichwasthrustintoabottle,hemadeoutthemainfeaturesoftheloathsomeden,andalsotheoccupantsofit.Twofrowsygirlsandamiddle-agedwomancoweredagainstthewallinonecorner,withtheaspectofanimalshabituatedtoharshusage,andexpectinganddreadingitnow.Fromanothercornerstoleawitheredhagwithstreaminggreyhairandmalignanteyes.JohnCantysaidtothisone

           "Tarry!There’sfinemummerieshere.

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