Part,  Chapter

1     I,     XII|          conspirators, or to the mob? You would not have the
2    II,      XV|       spectacle afoot to set the mob shouting. But I was mistaken.
3    II,      XV|        yourself!" he cried. "The mob is coming."~ ~"Coming where?"~ ~"
4    II,      XV| spectacle upon such occasions. A mob of all classes; labourers
5    II,      XV|          save you from a drunken mob, but from an attack of convulsions
6    II,      XV|        cleared the street of the mob. In a few minutes the shouts
7    II,     XVI|       drive off and disperse the mob at my door.~ ~My own residence