Excerpt: ...Inn, among the maids and stable-boys gathered to see the pageant pass on its way to hear the Assize sermon. And standing there, I was witness of a little incident that seemed to escape the rest. At the moment when the trumpets rang out, a very old woman, in a blue camlet cloak, came hobbling out of a grocer's shop some twenty yards up the pavement, and tottered down ahead of the procession as fast as her decrepit legs would move. There was no occasion for hurrying to avoid the crowd; for the javelin-men had ...
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Excerpt: ...Inn, among the maids and stable-boys gathered to see the pageant pass on its way to hear the Assize sermon. And standing there, I was witness of a little incident that seemed to escape the rest. At the moment when the trumpets rang out, a very old woman, in a blue camlet cloak, came hobbling out of a grocer's shop some twenty yards up the pavement, and tottered down ahead of the procession as fast as her decrepit legs would move. There was no occasion for hurrying to avoid the crowd; for the javelin-men had barely rounded the corner of the long street, and were taking the goosestep very seriously and deliberately. But she went by the Packhorse doorway as if swift horsemen were after her, clutching the camlet cloak across her bosom, glancing over her shoulder, and working her lips inaudibly. I could not help remarking the position of her right arm. She held it bent exactly as though she held an infant to her old breast, and shielded it while she ran. A few paces beyond the inn-door she halted on the edge of the kerb, flung another look up the street, and darted across the roadway. There stood a little shop-a watchmaker's-just opposite, and next to the shop a small ope with one dingy window over it. She vanished up the passage, at the entrance of which I was still staring idly, when, half a minute later, a skinny trembling hand appeared at the window and drew down the blind. I looked round at the men and maids; but their eyes were all for the pageant, now not a stone's-throw away. "Who is that old woman?" I asked, touching Caleb, the head ostler, on the shoulder. Caleb-a small bandy-legged man, with a chin full of furrows, and the furrows full of grey stubble-withdrew his gaze grudgingly from the sheriff's coach. "What woman?" "She that went by a moment since." "She in the blue cloak, d'ee mean?-an old, ancient, wisht-lookin' body?" "Yes." "A timmersome woman, like?" "That's it." "Well, her name's Cordely Pinsent." The procession reclaimed...
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