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Halloa! cried a voice he knew, as the man who spoke came cleaving through the throng. Where is he? Give him to me. Dont hurt him. How now, old Jack! Ha ha ha! Mr Willet looked at him, and saw it was Hugh; but he said nothing, and thought nothing. These lads are thirsty and must drink! cried Hugh, thrusting him back towards the house. Bustle, Jack, bustle. Show us the best the very bestthe over-proof that you keep for your own drinking, Jack! John faintly articulated the words, Whos to pay? He says Whos to pay? cried Hugh, with a roar of laughter which was loudly echoed by the crowd. Then turning to John, he added, Pay! Why, nobody. John stared round at the mass of facessome grinning, some fierce, some lighted up by torches, some indistinct, some dusky and shadowy: some looking at him, some at his house, some at each otherand while he was, as he thought, in the very act of doing so, found himself, without any consciousness of having moved, in the bar; sitting down in an arm-chair, and watching the destruction of his property, as if it were some queer play or entertainment, of an astonishing and stupefying nature, but having no reference to himselfthat he could make outat all. Yes. Here was the barthe bar that the boldest never entered without special invitationthe sanctuary, the mystery, the hallowed ground: here it was, crammed with men, clubs, sticks, torches, pistols; filled with a deafening noise, oaths, shouts, screams, hootings; changed all at once into a bear-garden, a madhouse, an infernal temple: men darting in and out, by door and window, smashing the glass, turning the taps, drinking liquor out of China punchbowls, sitting astride of casks, smoking private and personal pipes, cutting down the sacred grove of lemons, hacking and hewing at the celebrated cheese, breaking open inviolable drawers, putting things in their pockets which didnt belong to them, dividing his own money before his own eyes, wantonly wasting, breaking, pulling down and tearing up: nothing quiet, nothing private: men everywhereabove, below, overhead, in the bedrooms, in the kitchen, in the yard, in the stablesclambering in at windows when there were doors wide open; dropping out of windows when the stairs were handy; leaping over the bannisters into chasms of passages: new faces and figures presenting themselves every instantsome yelling, some singing, some fighting, some breaking glass and crockery, some laying the dust with the liquor they couldnt drink, some ringing the bells till they pulled them down, others beating them with pokers till they beat them into fragments: more men stillmore, more, moreswarming on like insects: noise, smoke, light, darkness, frolic, anger, laughter, groans, plunder, fear, and ruin! Nearly all the time while John looked on at this bewildering scene, Hugh kept near him; and though he was the loudest, wildest, most destructive villain there, he saved his old masters bones a score of times. Nay, even when Mr Tappertit, excited by liquor, came up, and in assertion of his prerogative politely kicked John Willet on the shins, Hugh bade him return the compliment; and if old John had had sufficient presence of mind to understand this whispered direction, and to profit by it, he might no doubt, under Hughs protection, have done so with impunity. At length the band began to reassemble outside the house, and to call to those within, to join them, for they were losing time. These murmurs increasing, and attaining a high pitch, Hugh, and some of those who yet lingered in the bar, and who plainly were the leaders of the troop, took counsel together, apart, as to what was to be done with John, to keep him quiet until their Chigwell work was over. Some proposed to set the house on fire and leave him in it; others, that he should be reduced to a state of temporary insensibility, by knocking on the head; others, that he should be sworn to sit where he was until to-morrow at the same hour; others again, that he should be gagged and taken off with them, under a sufficient guard. All these propositions being overruled, it was concluded, at last, to bind him in his chair, and the word was passed for Dennis. |
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