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‘
Very
well
,
’
said
the
magistrate
.
‘
These
are
two
cut
-
throats
from
London
,
who
have
come
down
here
to
destroy
his
Majesty
’
s
population
,
thinking
that
at
this
distance
from
the
capital
,
the
arm
of
the
law
is
weak
and
paralysed
.
They
shall
be
made
an
example
of
.
Draw
up
the
warrants
,
Mr
.
Jinks
.
Muzzle
!
’
‘
Yes
,
your
Worship
.
’
‘
Is
Grummer
downstairs
?
’
‘
Yes
,
your
Worship
.
’
‘
Send
him
up
.
’
The
obsequious
Muzzle
retired
,
and
presently
returned
,
introducing
the
elderly
gentleman
in
the
top
-
boots
,
who
was
chiefly
remarkable
for
a
bottle
-
nose
,
a
hoarse
voice
,
a
snuff
-
coloured
surtout
,
and
a
wandering
eye
.
‘
Grummer
,
’
said
the
magistrate
.
‘
Your
Wash
-
up
.
’
‘
Is
the
town
quiet
now
?
’
‘
Pretty
well
,
your
Wash
-
up
,
’
replied
Grummer
.
‘
Pop
’
lar
feeling
has
in
a
measure
subsided
,
consekens
o
’
the
boys
having
dispersed
to
cricket
.
’
‘
Nothing
but
vigorous
measures
will
do
in
these
times
,
Grummer
,
’
said
the
magistrate
,
in
a
determined
manner
.
‘
if
the
authority
of
the
king
’
s
officers
is
set
at
naught
,
we
must
have
the
riot
act
read
.
If
the
civil
power
cannot
protect
these
windows
,
Grummer
,
the
military
must
protect
the
civil
power
,
and
the
windows
too
.
I
believe
that
is
a
maxim
of
the
constitution
,
Mr
.
