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"Ah! dog! ah! traitor to the country!" cried one who had heard

these words, turning to Renzo with the countenance of a demon.

"It is a servant of the vicar's disguised like a countryman; it

is a spy!" A hundred voices were heard exclaiming, "Who is it?

where is he?"-"A servant of the vicar's-a spy-the vicar himself,

escaping in the disguise of a peasant!"-"Where is he? where is

he?"

Renzo would have shrunk into nothingness,-some of the more

benevolent contrived to help him to disappear through the crowd;

but that which preserved him most effectually was a cry of "Make

way, here comes our help, make way!" which attracted the

attention of the throng.