Then came fresh bursts of laughter and shouts and hooting, for this horrible mob has no pity for those who implore and suffer. The crowd increased more and more, and now they indulged in hoarse cries, piercing whistles, and all kinds of horse play.
“Let a fellow see her; it’s free gratis.”
“Don’t push so; I’ve paid for my place!”
“Make her stand up on something, that all may have a look.”
“My corns are being ground: it was not worth coming.”
“Show her properly—or return the money.”
“That’s fair, ain’t it?”
“Give it us in the ‘garden’ style.”
“Trot her out in all her paces! Kim up!”
Fancy the feelings of this unfortunate creature, with her delicate mind, good heart, and lofty soul, and yet with so timid and nervous a character, as she stood alone with the two policemen in the thick of the crowd, and was forced to listen to all these coarse and savage insults.