The folds of a thick muslin neckcloth in some degree protected him, but the gash was desperate. In a little while—to-morrow—all these tender, beautiful emotions will pass away, and I'll become what I was yesterday, a cynical, miserly old spinster. She is the image of what I was like, and she has a better voice. Baffled in their attempt, the mob uttered a roar, such as only a thousand angry voices can utter, and discharged a volley of missiles at the soldiery. He felt he had raised a storm which it would be very difficult, if not impossible, to allay.
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