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Charles Dickens

They brought spades and a sack; dug up everything that was hidden there; and carried away more than two men could lift.  They handcuffed him and bound his arms, searched him, and took away all he had.  Nobody questioned or reproached him, or seemed to have much curiosity about him.  The two men he had stunned, were carried off by their companions in the same business-like way in which everything else was done.  Finally, he was left under a guard of four soldiers with fixed bayonets, while the officer directed in person the search of the house and the other buildings connected with it.

This was soon completed.  The soldiers formed again in the yard; he was marched out, with his guard about him; and ordered to fall in, where a space was left.  The others closed up all round, and so they moved away, with the prisoner in the centre.

When they came into the streets, he felt he was a sight; and looking up as they passed quickly along, could see people running to the windows a little too late, and throwing up the sashes to look after him.  Sometimes he met a staring face beyond the heads about him, or under the arms of his conductors, or peering down upon him from a waggon-top or coach-box; but this was all he saw, being surrounded by so many men.  The very noises of the streets seemed muffled and subdued; and the air came stale and hot upon him, like the sickly breath of an oven.

Tramp, tramp.  Tramp, tramp.  Heads erect, shoulders square, every man stepping in exact time—­all so orderly and regular—­nobody looking at him—­nobody seeming conscious of his presence,—­he could hardly believe he was a Prisoner.  But at the word, though only thought, not spoken, he felt the handcuffs galling his wrists, the cord pressing his arms to his sides:  the loaded guns levelled at his head; and those cold, bright, sharp, shining points turned towards him:  the mere looking down at which, now that he was bound and helpless, made the warm current of his life run cold.

Chapter 58

They were not long in reaching the barracks, for the officer who commanded the party was desirous to avoid rousing the people by the display of military force in the streets, and was humanely anxious to give as little opportunity as possible for any attempt at rescue; knowing that it must lead to bloodshed and loss of life, and that if the civil authorities by whom he was accompanied, empowered him to order his men to fire, many innocent persons would probably fall, whom curiosity or idleness had attracted to the spot.  He therefore led the party briskly on, avoiding with a merciful prudence the more public and crowded thoroughfares, and pursuing those which he deemed least likely to be infested by disorderly persons.  This wise proceeding not only enabled them to gain their quarters without any interruption, but completely baffled a body of rioters who had assembled in one of the main streets, through which it was considered certain they would pass, and who remained gathered together for the purpose of releasing the prisoner from their hands, long after they had deposited him in a place of security, closed the barrack-gates, and set a double guard at every entrance for its better protection.

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