[Barnaby Rudge by Charles Dickens]@TWC D-Link bookBarnaby Rudge CHAPTER 61 8/12
What am I to do, my lord? AM I to have any protection!' 'I told you yesterday, sir,' said the Lord Mayor, 'that you might have an alderman in your house, if you could get one to come.' 'What the devil's the good of an alderman ?' returned the choleric old gentleman. '-- To awe the crowd, sir,' said the Lord Mayor. 'Oh Lord ha' mercy!' whimpered the old gentleman, as he wiped his forehead in a state of ludicrous distress, 'to think of sending an alderman to awe a crowd! Why, my lord, if they were even so many babies, fed on mother's milk, what do you think they'd care for an alderman! Will YOU come ?' 'I!' said the Lord Mayor, most emphatically: 'Certainly not.' 'Then what,' returned the old gentleman, 'what am I to do? Am I a citizen of England? Am I to have the benefit of the laws? Am I to have any return for the King's taxes ?' 'I don't know, I am sure,' said the Lord Mayor; 'what a pity it is you're a Catholic! Why couldn't you be a Protestant, and then you wouldn't have got yourself into such a mess? I'm sure I don't know what's to be done .-- There are great people at the bottom of these riots .-- Oh dear me, what a thing it is to be a public character!--You must look in again in the course of the day .-- Would a javelin-man do ?--Or there's Philips the constable,--HE'S disengaged,--he's not very old for a man at his time of life, except in his legs, and if you put him up at a window he'd look quite young by candle-light, and might frighten 'em very much .-- Oh dear!--well!--we'll see about it.' 'Stop!' cried Mr Haredale, pressing the door open as the porter strove to shut it, and speaking rapidly, 'My Lord Mayor, I beg you not to go away.
I have a man here, who committed a murder eight-and-twenty years ago.
Half-a-dozen words from me, on oath, will justify you in committing him to prison for re-examination.
I only seek, just now, to have him consigned to a place of safety.
The least delay may involve his being rescued by the rioters.' 'Oh dear me!' cried the Lord Mayor.
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