CHAPTER I.The Period
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themusketeersfiredonthemob,andnobodythoughtanyoftheseoccurrencesmuchoutofthecommonway.Inthemidstofthem,thehangman,everbusyandeverworsethanuseless,wasinconstantrequisitionnow,stringinguplongrowsofmiscellaneouscriminalsnow,hangingahousebreakeronSaturdaywhohadbeentakenonTuesdaynow,burningpeopleinthehandatNewgatebythedozen,andnowburningpamphletsatthedoorofWestminsterHallto-day,takingthelifeofanatrociousmurderer,andto-morrowofawretchedpilfererwhohadrobbedafarmer’sboyofsixpence.
Allthesethings,andathousandlikethem,cametopassinandcloseuponthedearoldyearonethousandsevenhundredandseventy-five.Environedbythem,whiletheWoodmanandtheFarmerworkedunheeded,thosetwoofthelargejaws,andthoseothertwooftheplainandthefairfaces,trodwithstirenough,andcarriedtheirdivinerightswithahighhand.Thusdidtheyearonethousandsevenhundredandseventy-fiveconducttheirGreatnesses,andmyriadsofsmallcreatures—thecreaturesofthischronicleamongtherest—alongtheroadsthatlaybeforethem.