The Price He Paid — page 191: what you’re looking at

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182 ASSESSOR WINTERFELD’S PAMPHLET. which the offenders were treated. By this incident the long-smoldering fire was fanned to a flame. A tumult was raised with a view to release the cap- tives, and when the attempt failed, and the governor still opposed to all the popular protests and all the importunate clamoring the same unvarying reso- lute answer, the agitation, which had been tempor- arily allayed, broke out afresh with redoubled force. Evening had come again The Government- house was in a state of turmoil and excitement. Every door, even to the main entrance, was barred and guarded. The panic-stricken servants thronged the corridors and staircases, and outside, before the long line of windows, glittered a file of bayonets. The governor’s apartments were the focus of all the busy movement. Messages flowed one upon the other; police officers and orderlies came and went. Councilor Moser had hurried to the side of his chief, who was to hima stronghold and rock of defense in every time of danger. Lieutenant Wilten, ap- pointed to command the castle garrison, was with the baron, and an ambassador from the insurgent camp was also present—the worthy burgomaster, who had come up the hill, resolved on making that last attempt which in the morning he had been induced to forego. Raven himself stood cool and unmoved in the midst of all this hurry and commotion. He listened to the reports and gave his orders, not for an in- stant disturbed from his perfect equanimity; but those about him had never seen his face so hard, so rigidly set, as on this evening. “For the last time I beg, I demand of you to abstain from these extreme measures. There is yet time—as yet no blood has been shed. In another quarter of an hour it may be too late. It is said you have given orders that no mercy is to be shown. I cannot, will not believe this.” “Am I to allow the castle to be taken by a coup de main?” the baron interrupted him. “Am I to wait until the entrance is stormed and I am insulted here in my own apartments? I think I have suftici- ently shown how distasteful it is to me to take pre- Eomichooks (E(0)