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"

God-a-mercy

!

"

exclaimed

Canty

.

He

roused

his

family

,

and

hoarsely

commanded

,

"

Up

with

ye

all

and

fly

--

or

bide

where

ye

are

and

perish

!

"

Scarcely

five

minutes

later

the

Canty

household

were

in

the

street

and

flying

for

their

lives

.

John

Canty

held

the

Prince

by

the

wrist

,

and

hurried

him

along

the

dark

way

,

giving

him

this

caution

in

a

low

voice

--

"

Mind

thy

tongue

,

thou

mad

fool

,

and

speak

not

our

name

.

I

will

choose

me

a

new

name

,

speedily

,

to

throw

the

law

's

dogs

off

the

scent

.

Mind

thy

tongue

,

I

tell

thee

!

"

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He

growled

these

words

to

the

rest

of

the

family

--

"

If

it

so

chance

that

we

be

separated

,

let

each

make

for

London

Bridge

;

whoso

findeth

himself

as

far

as

the

last

linen-draper

's

shop

on

the

bridge

,

let

him

tarry

there

till

the

others

be

come

,

then

will

we

flee

into

Southwark

together

.

"

At

this

moment

the

party

burst

suddenly

out

of

darkness

into

light

;

and

not

only

into

light

,

but

into

the

midst

of

a

multitude

of

singing

,

dancing

,

and

shouting

people

,

massed

together

on

the

river

frontage

.

There

was

a

line

of

bonfires

stretching

as

far

as

one

could

see

,

up

and

down

the

Thames

;

London

Bridge

was

illuminated

;

Southwark

Bridge

likewise

;

the

entire

river

was

aglow

with

the

flash

and

sheen

of

coloured

lights

;

and

constant

explosions

of

fireworks

filled

the

skies

with

an

intricate

commingling

of

shooting

splendours

and

a

thick

rain

of

dazzling

sparks

that

almost

turned

night

into

day

;

everywhere

were

crowds

of

revellers

;

all

London

seemed

to

be

at

large

.

John

Canty

delivered

himself

of

a

furious

curse

and

commanded

a

retreat

;

but

it

was

too

late

.

He

and

his

tribe

were

swallowed

up

in

that

swarming

hive

of

humanity

,

and

hopelessly

separated

from

each

other

in

an

instant

.

We

are

not

considering

that

the

Prince

was

one

of

his

tribe

;

Canty

still

kept

his

grip

upon

him

.

The

Prince

's

heart

was

beating

high

with

hopes

of

escape

,

now

.

A

burly

waterman

,

considerably

exalted

with

liquor

,

found

himself

rudely

shoved

by

Canty

in

his

efforts

to

plough

through

the

crowd

;

he

laid

his

great

hand

on

Canty

's

shoulder

and

said

--

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"

Nay

,

whither

so

fast

,

friend

?

Dost

canker

thy

soul

with

sordid

business

when

all

that

be

leal

men

and

true

make

holiday

?

"

"

Mine

affairs

are

mine

own

,

they

concern

thee

not

,

"

answered

Canty

,

roughly

;

"

take

away

thy

hand

and

let

me

pass

.

"

"

Sith

that

is

thy

humour

,

thou

'

lt

not

pass

,

till

thou

's

t

drunk

to

the

Prince

of

Wales

,

I

tell

thee

that

,

"

said

the

waterman

,

barring

the

way

resolutely

.

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