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"Shut, shut! quick, quick!" some ran to ask aid from the sheriff;

others in haste closed the shop, and barricadoed and secured the

doors from within. The throng thickened in front, and cries of

"Bread, bread! open, open!" were heard from every quarter. The

sheriff arrived with a troop of halberdiers. "Make way, make way,

friends! home, home! make way for the sheriff," cried they. The

people gave way a little, so that they could draw themselves up

in front of the door of the shop. "But, friends," cried the

sheriff from this place, "what do you do here? Home, home! have

you no fear of God? What will our lord the king say? We do not

wish you harm; but go home. There is no good to be gained here

for soul or body. Home, home!" The crowd, regardless of his

expostulations, pressed forward, themselves being urged on by

increasing multitudes behind.