"
"Very good," said the Bishop.
"There is no hand at work here," said the voice; "and you may
take my word for it."
"Your word be hanged," said the Bishop. "I want to know--"
"Hush, hush!" said Field, and then in a louder voice he said,
"It may be so, but as our messengers this morning were not
permitted to enter and were treated with great indignity--"
"That's it," said the Bishop.
"With great indignity," continued Field, "we must have ocular
experience of the state of affairs, and I beg and recommend
you therefore at once to let the Liberator enter."
"None shall enter here," replied the unseen guardian of the
gate.
"That's enough," cried the Bishop.
"Beware!" said Field.
"Whether you let us in or not, 'tis all the same," said the
Bishop; "I will have fire for your water, and I have come for
that. Now lads!"
"Stop," said the voice of the unseen. "I will speak to you."
"He is going to let us in," whispered Field to the Bishop.
And suddenly there appeared on the flat roof of the lodge that
was on one side of the gates--Gerard. His air, his figure,
his position were alike commanding, and at the sight of him a
loud and spontaneous cheer burst from the assembled thousands.
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