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"Is he here? It is not true; it is not true. Yes, yes, long live

Ferrer, he who makes bread cheap.-No, no! He is here-here in a

carriage! Why does he come?-we don't want him.-Ferrer! long live

Ferrer! the friend of the poor! he comes to take the vicar

prisoner.-No, no, we would revenge ourselves, we would fight our

own battles; back, back.-Yes, yes, Ferrer! Let him come! to

prison with the vicar!"

At the extremity of the crowd, on the side opposite to that where

the soldiers were, Antonio Ferrer, the high chancellor, was

approaching in his carriage, who, probably condemning himself as

the cause of this commotion, had come to avert at least its most

terrific and irreparable effects, to spend worthily a popularity

unworthily acquired.