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Roughing It
Part 8.

CHAPTER LXXVIII
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Then I heard a murmur; it rose higher and higher, and ended in a crash, mingled with cheers.

It made my hair raise, it was so close to me, and so loud.
There was a pause, and then another; presently came a third, and before I well knew what I was about, I was in the middle of the stage, staring at a sea of faces, bewildered by the fierce glare of the lights, and quaking in every limb with a terror that seemed like to take my life away.

The house was full, aisles and all! The tumult in my heart and brain and legs continued a full minute before I could gain any command over myself.

Then I recognized the charity and the friendliness in the faces before me, and little by little my fright melted away, and I began to talk Within three or four minutes I was comfortable, and even content.

My three chief allies, with three auxiliaries, were on hand, in the parquette, all sitting together, all armed with bludgeons, and all ready to make an onslaught upon the feeblest joke that might show its head.


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