oing on.

With a motion a little rude and very contemptuous, the passenger
attempted to put Wolfe aside, and win his path. Little did he know
of the unyielding nature he had to do with; the next instant the
republican, with a strong hand, forced him from the pavement into the
very kennel, and silently and coldly continued his way.

The wrath of the discomfited passenger was vehemently kindled.

"Insolent dog!" cried he, in a loud and arrogant tone, "your baseness is
your protection." Wolfe turned rapidly, and made but two strides before
he was once more by the side of his defeated opponent.

"What did you say?" he asked, in his low, deep, hoarse voice.

Clarence stopped. "There will be mischief done here," thought he, as he
called to mind the stern temper of the republican.

"Merely," said the other, struggling with his rage, "that it is not for
men of my rank to avenge the insults offered us by those of yours!"

"Your rank!" said Wolfe, bitterly retorting the contempt of the
stranger, in a tone of the loftiest disdain; "your rank! poor
changeling! And what are you, that you should lord it over me? Are your
limbs stronger? your muscles firmer? your proportions juster? your
mind acuter? your conscience clearer? Fool! fool! go home and measure
yourself with lackeys!"

The republican ceased, and pushing the stranger aside, turned slowly
away. But this last insult enraged the passenger beyond all prudence.
Before Wolfe had proceeded two paces, he muttered a desperate but brief
oath, and struck the reformer with a strength so much beyond what
his figure (which was small and slight) appeared to possess, that the
powerful and gaunt frame of Wolfe recoiled backward several steps, and,
had it not been for the iron railing of the neighbouring area, would
have fallen to the ground.

Clarence pressed forward: the face of the rash aggressor was turned
towards him; the features were Lord Borodaile's. He had scarcely time to
make this discovery, before Wolfe had recovered himself. With a wild
and savage cry, rather than exclamation, he threw himself upon his
antagonist, twined his sinewy arms round the frame of the struggling but
powerless nobleman, raised him in the air with the easy strength of a
man lifting a child, held him aloft for one moment with a bitter and
scornful laugh of wrathful derision, and then dashed him to the ground,
and planting his foot upon Borodaile's breast said,--

"So shall it be with all of you: