. "Restore it," he cried, in an authoritative voice. "Hear! hear!" vociferated Quilt. The candles—for McClintock never used oil in his dining room—were burning low in the sconces. It did seem germane to the matter that so many of the people “in the van” were plain people, or faded people, or tired-looking people. While he was thus standing, the flames of his house, which made the whole street as light as day, and ruddily illumined the faces of the mob below, betrayed him to them, and he was speedily driven from his position by a shower of stones and other missiles.
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