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'

Open

the

door

of

some

place

where

I

can

lock

this

screeching

Hell-babe

,

'

cried

Sikes

fiercely

;

running

to

and

fro

,

and

dragging

the

boy

,

now

,

as

easily

as

if

he

were

an

empty

sack

.

'

That

door

.

Quick

!

'

He

flung

him

in

,

bolted

it

,

and

turned

the

key

.

'

Is

the

downstairs

door

fast

?

'

'

Double-locked

and

chained

,

'

replied

Crackit

,

who

,

with

the

other

two

men

,

still

remained

quite

helpless

and

bewildered

.

'

The

panels

--

are

they

strong

?

'

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'

Lined

with

sheet-iron

.

'

'

And

the

windows

too

?

'

'

Yes

,

and

the

windows

.

'

'

Damn

you

!

'

cried

the

desperate

ruffian

,

throwing

up

the

sash

and

menacing

the

crowd

.

'

Do

your

worst

!

I

'll

cheat

you

yet

!

'

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Of

all

the

terrific

yells

that

ever

fell

on

mortal

ears

,

none

could

exceed

the

cry

of

the

infuriated

throng

.

Some

shouted

to

those

who

were

nearest

to

set

the

house

on

fire

;

others

roared

to

the

officers

to

shoot

him

dead

.

Among

them

all

,

none

showed

such

fury

as

the

man

on

horseback

,

who

,

throwing

himself

out

of

the

saddle

,

and

bursting

through

the

crowd

as

if

he

were

parting

water

,

cried

,

beneath

the

window

,

in

a

voice

that

rose

above

all

others

,

'

Twenty

guineas

to

the

man

who

brings

a

ladder

!

'

The

nearest

voices

took

up

the

cry

,

and

hundreds

echoed

it

.

Some

called

for

ladders

,

some

for

sledge-hammers

;

some

ran

with

torches

to

and

fro

as

if

to

seek

them

,

and

still

came

back

and

roared

again

;

some

spent

their

breath

in

impotent

curses

and

execrations

;

some

pressed

forward

with

the

ecstasy

of

madmen

,

and

thus

impeded

the

progress

of

those

below

;

some

among

the

boldest

attempted

to

climb

up

by

the

water-spout

and

crevices

in

the

wall

;

and

all

waved

to

and

fro

,

in

the

darkness

beneath

,

like

a

field

of

corn

moved

by

an

angry

wind

:

and

joined

from

time

to

time

in

one

loud

furious

roar

.

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