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BARNABY RUDGE - A TALE OF THE RIOTS OF 'EIGHTY by Charles ...

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They stood face to face, staring at each other. He shrinking andcowed, despite himself; Barnahy struggling with his imperfectmemory, and wondering where he had seen that face before. He wasnot uncertain long, for suddenly he laid hands upon him, andstriving to bear him to the ground, cried:'Ah! I know! You are the robber!'He said nothing in reply at first, but held down his head, andstruggled with him silently. Finding the younger man too strongfor him, he raised his face, looked close into his eyes, and said,'I am your father.'God knows what magic the name had for his ears; but Barna<strong>by</strong>released his hold, fell back, and looked at him aghast. Suddenlyhe sprung towards him, put his arms about his neck, and pressed hishead against his cheek.Yes, yes, he was; he was sure he was. But where had he been solong, and why had he left his mother <strong>by</strong> herself, or worse than <strong>by</strong>herself, with her poor foolish boy? And had she really been ashappy as they said? And where was she? Was she near there? Shewas not happy now, and he in jail? Ah, no.Not a word was said in answer; but Grip croaked loudly, and hoppedabout them, round and round, as if enclosing them in a magiccircle, and invoking all the powers of mischief.Chapter 63During the whole of this day, every regiment in or near the

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