Sylvie and Bruno . had rushed to the window which com-manded the best view of the market-place. What can it all mean? he kept repeatingto himself, as, with his hands clasped behindhim, and his gown floating in the air, he pacedrapidly up and down the room. I never heard such shouting before and at this time of the morning, too! And with such unanimity!Doesnt it strike you as very remarkable ? I represented, modestly, that to viy ears itappeared that they were shouting for differentthings, but the Chancellor would not listen tomy suggestion for a moment. They all shoutthe same words, I assure y
Sylvie and Bruno . had rushed to the window which com-manded the best view of the market-place. What can it all mean? he kept repeatingto himself, as, with his hands clasped behindhim, and his gown floating in the air, he pacedrapidly up and down the room. I never heard such shouting before and at this time of the morning, too! And with such unanimity!Doesnt it strike you as very remarkable ? I represented, modestly, that to viy ears itappeared that they were shouting for differentthings, but the Chancellor would not listen tomy suggestion for a moment. They all shoutthe same words, I assure you! he said: then,leaning well out of the window, he whisperedto a man who was standing close underneath, Keep em together, cant you ? The Wardenwill be here directly. Give em the signal forthe march up! All this was evidently notmeant for my ears, but I could scarcely helphearing it, considering that my chin w^as almoston the Chancellors shoulder. The march up was a very curious sight : Il LESS BREAD! MORE TAXES!. a Straggling procession of men, marching twoand two, began from the other side of themarket-place, and advanced in an irregularzig-zag fashion towards the Palace, wildly tack-ing from side to side, like a sailing vesselmaking way against an unfavourable wind B 2 4 SVLVli: AND liRUNO. SO that the head cf the procession was oftenfurther from us at the end of one tack than ithad been at the end of the previous one. Yet it was evident that all was being doneunder orders, for I noticed that all eyes werefixed on the man who stood just under thewindow, and to whom the Chancellor was con-tinually whispering. This man held his hat inone hand and a little o-reen flacr in the other :whenever he waved the flag the processionadvanced a little nearer, when he dipped it theysidled a little farther off, and whenever hewaved his hat they all raised a hoarse cheer. Hoo-roah ! they cried, carefully keeping timewith the hat as it bobbed up and down. Hoo-roah ! Noo ! Consti i Tooshun !
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