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Mrs
.
LaFarge
shielded
Tom
.
"
This
is
my
son
;
you
have
no
right
to
accuse
him
of
anything
.
We
’
re
going
home
right
now
!
"
As
for
Tom
,
he
was
trembling
and
shaking
violently
.
He
looked
very
sick
.
The
crowd
thickened
about
him
,
putting
out
their
wild
hands
,
seizing
and
demanding
.
Tom
screamed
.
Before
their
eyes
he
changed
.
He
was
Tom
and
James
and
a
man
named
Switchman
,
another
named
Butterfield
;
he
was
the
town
mayor
and
the
young
girl
Judith
and
the
husband
William
and
the
wife
Clarisse
.
He
was
melting
wax
shaping
to
their
minds
.
They
shouted
,
they
pressed
forward
,
pleading
.
He
screamed
,
threw
out
his
hands
,
his
face
dissolving
to
each
demand
.
"
Tom
!
"
cried
LaFarge
.
"
Alice
!
"
another
.
"
William
!
"
They
snatched
his
wrists
,
whirled
him
about
,
until
with
one
last
shriek
of
horror
he
fell
.
He
lay
on
the
stones
,
melted
wax
cooling
,
his
face
all
faces
,
one
eye
blue
,
the
other
golden
,
hair
that
was
brown
,
red
,
yellow
,
black
,
one
eyebrow
thick
,
one
thin
,
one
hand
large
,
one
small
.
They
stood
over
him
and
put
their
fingers
to
their
mouths
.
They
bent
down
.
"
He
’
s
dead
,
"
someone
said
at
last
.
It
began
to
rain
.
The
rain
fell
upon
the
people
,
and
they
looked
up
at
the
sky
.
