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He had recourse also to gestures; now placing his fingers on his

lips, to take from thence a kiss, which his enclosed hands

distributed to right and left, as if to render thanks for the

favour with which the public regarded him; then he extended them,

waving them slowly beyond the window as if to entreat a little

space; and now again lowering them politely, as if to request a

little silence. When he had succeeded in obtaining, in some

measure, his last request, those who were nearest to him heard

and repeated his words:-"Bread, abundance. I come to do justice;

a little space, if you please." Then, as if stifled and

suffocated with the press, and the continual buzzing of so many

voices, he threw himself back in the carriage, and with

difficulty drawing a long breath, said to himself, "_Por mi vida,

que de gente_."[5]

[5]: Upon my life, what a multitude.

"Long live Ferrer; there is no occasion for fear; you are a brave

man. Bread! bread!"