I shall give orders to my men to seize you, and if
you resist them, I shall shoot you through the head."
"Stop!" called out one of the prisoners, the young man who
drew proclamations, "she moves. Do with us as you think fit,
but you cannot be so harsh as to seize one that is senseless,
and a woman!"
"I must do my duty," said the serjeant rather perplexed at the
situation. "Well, if you like, take steps to restore her, and
when she has come to herself, she shall be moved in a hackney
coach alone with her father."
The means at hand to recover Sybil were rude, but they
assisted a reviving nature. She breathed, she sighed, slowly
opened her beautiful dark eyes, and looked around. Her father
held her death-cold hand; she returned his pressure: her lips
moved, and still she murmured "fly!"
Gerard looked at the serjeant. "I am ready," he said, "and I
will carry her." The officer nodded assent. Guarded by two
policemen the tall delegate of Mowbray bore his precious
burthen out of the chamber through the yard, the printing-
offices, up the alley, till a hackney coach received them in
Hunt Street, round which a mob had already collected, though
kept at a discreet distance by the police.
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