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"
I
ca
n't
go
on
!
I
ca
n't
go
on
!
"
My
brother
woke
from
his
torpor
of
astonishment
and
lifted
her
up
,
speaking
gently
to
her
,
and
carried
her
to
Miss
Elphinstone
.
So
soon
as
my
brother
touched
her
she
became
quite
still
,
as
if
frightened
.
"
Ellen
!
"
shrieked
a
woman
in
the
crowd
,
with
tears
in
her
voice
--
"
Ellen
!
"
And
the
child
suddenly
darted
away
from
my
brother
,
crying
"
Mother
!
"
"
They
are
coming
,
"
said
a
man
on
horseback
,
riding
past
along
the
lane
.
"
Out
of
the
way
,
there
!
"
bawled
a
coachman
,
towering
high
;
and
my
brother
saw
a
closed
carriage
turning
into
the
lane
.
The
people
crushed
back
on
one
another
to
avoid
the
horse
.
My
brother
pushed
the
pony
and
chaise
back
into
the
hedge
,
and
the
man
drove
by
and
stopped
at
the
turn
of
the
way
.
It
was
a
carriage
,
with
a
pole
for
a
pair
of
horses
,
but
only
one
was
in
the
traces
.
My
brother
saw
dimly
through
the
dust
that
two
men
lifted
out
something
on
a
white
stretcher
and
put
it
gently
on
the
grass
beneath
the
privet
hedge
.
One
of
the
men
came
running
to
my
brother
.
"
Where
is
there
any
water
?
"
he
said
.
"
He
is
dying
fast
,
and
very
thirsty
.
It
is
Lord
Garrick
.
"
"
Lord
Garrick
!
"
said
my
brother
;
"
the
Chief
Justice
?
"
