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"Don't trouble yourself," said a powerful man, approaching the missionary respectfully; "I can carry him alone." "Shall I run and fetch a coach, Mr. Curate?" said a young vagabond, taking off his red cap. "Right," said the quarryman; "run away, my buck!" "But first, ask Mr. Curate if you are to go for a coach," said Ciboule, stopping the impatient messenger.
"They are all of a piece!" "Down with them!" "Let us do as we did at the archbishop's!" "Or at Saint-Germain-l'Auxerrois!" "What do our likes care for a church?" "If the priests defend the poisoners, we'll pitch them into the water too!" "Yes, yes!" "I'll show you the lead!" cried the quarryman; and followed by Ciboule, and a good number of determined men, he rushed towards Gabriel.
As we have already stated, the usual funeral conveyances were no longer sufficient for the removal of the corpses; a number of artillery wagons had been put into requisition, and the coffins were hastily piled in these novel hearses. Many of the spectators regarded this gloomy vehicle with dismay, but the quarryman and his band redoubled their horrible jokes.
The bar of deep-red stone beneath, and the bar of pale-red clay above, were noted by the young quarryman, who even in such unpromising subjects found matter for observation and reflection. Where other men saw nothing, he detected analogies, differences, and peculiarities, which set him a-thinking.
After the destruction of Hardy's factory, the quarryman was formally expelled from the union of the Wolves, who would have nothing more to do with this wretch; since then, he had plunged into the grossest debauchery, and speculating on his herculean strength, had hired himself as the officious champion of Ciboule and her compeers.
Ciboule and the quarryman went before, crying: "Wake way for the corpse! This is how they poison the people!" A fresh incident now attracted the attention of the crowd.
The words: "He is dead!" circulated in low whispers through the crowd accompanied by a slight shudder, whilst Gabriel raised with one hand the victim's heavy head, and with the other sought to feel if the pulse still beat beneath the ice-cold skin. "Mr. Curate," said the quarryman, bending towards Gabriel, "is there really no hope?"
At Barton there lived a couple who were objects of peculiar interest to me, because of the rather odd fact that having come, out of pure curiosity, to see me baptized, they had been then and there deeply convinced of their spiritual danger. These were John Brooks, an Irish quarryman, and his wife, Ann Brooks.
"Let me go and on, my honor I will fight you tomorrow, or when you will," said Agricola, panting for breath. "No warmed-up food for me; I eat all hot," answered the quarryman, seizing the smith by the throat, whilst he tried to place one of his knees upon his chest. "Help! they are killing my child!" cried Angela's mother, in a voice of despair. "Mercy! I ask mercy!
No, no; go home and bring a pair of hands fit for a quarryman, before I make you overlooker. This was rather delightful, and it further appeared that he could answer all Jane's inquiries after her beloved promising lads whom he had deported to the Rocca Marina quarries.
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