The Child of Waterloo, or, The Horrors of the Battle-Field — page 135: what you’re looking at

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182 THE CHILD OF WATERLOO we could exert ourselves, if it led through danger—anything— anywhere, I would not care a jot.” ‘‘Nor I, as your honor says? danger, or anything else, would be an agreeable variation—something to enliven this dull sentry work we have to perform here; we might as well be the stone statties a-looking down on the people who are passing, without being able to see ’em at all, at all.” At this moment there was a cry and noise in the street. Raf- ferty and Mr. Morton turned to see whence it came, and saw a coach coming along, and at that moment an elderly gentleman was crossing and knocked down. In a moment Rafferty and Mr. Morton were at his side, the pom were stopped, and they drew him out from beneath the orses. No particular injury had been done, so they believed, but the gentleman was perfectly senseless, and between them they carried him into a chemist’s shop, followed by a crowd of idle people. These were soon left on the outside, and then the chemist set about administering restoratives to the unfortunate gentleman. He was an aged and prepossessing man; his hair was perfect- ly ve In a little time he breathed and showed other signs of life. ‘‘ He has received no great injury,” said the chemist, ‘‘at least not in the bones; it arises from the shock, no doubt.” In a little while the gentleman opened his eyes, and then he dually recovered his consciousness. "+6 J—T—helieve something has happened; ‘yes, yes, I needn’t ask that question,” said the stranger, who spoke in a foreign accent; ‘‘is there anything serious?” ‘“‘T believe not,” said the chemist; ‘‘I think you are whole, sir; at least I have been unable to detect any mischief, beyond a bruise.” ‘‘ But where are my preservers? show them to me, that I may thank them for their service.” , ‘‘This gentleman was one, and this another,” said the chemist, as he pointed to Mr. Morton and to Rafferty Brolickbones, the latter of whom stood a little way behind the former. “To you,” said the stranger, turning to Morton, ‘‘I am in- debted for life and limb, for more—for freedom, probably from a long time of torture; how shall I be able to thank you? ‘‘ Nay,” interposed Henry Morton, ‘‘ I am to have all you might have had happen to you, and what you have escaped, to be as- cribed to our efforts; it was much less to us to do them, than it was to you.” ‘¢ And that’s why I have to thank you the more heartily,” said the gentleman; ‘‘and you, my good friend,” he added,.as he turned to Brolickbones, ‘‘ to you, also, I am deeply indebted for this service.” ‘Qh, yer honor is very welcome as far as I am consarned.” ‘* Ah!” said the stranger, ‘‘ you must come, Mr, Morton, and you, too, and drink a bottle of wine at my hotel,” comicbooks. com