sort of bed-bench, in an attitude of elaborate self-abandonment, was a large, blond lady, wearing a fur coat and a big floriferous hat. Her head lolled back against the padded corner of the car, and her eyes were shut and her mouth open. “Me dear!” said Mr. Butteridge, in a common, loud voice, “we're safe!”      

       She gave no sign.     

       “Me dear!” said Mr. Butteridge, in a greatly intensified loud voice,       “we're safe!”      

       She was still quite impassive.     

       Then Mr. Butteridge showed the fiery core of his soul. “If she is dead,”        he said, slowly lifting a fist towards the balloon above him, and speaking in an immense tremulous bellow—“if she is dead, I will r-r-rend the heavens like a garment! I must get her out,” he cried, his nostrils dilated with emotion—“I must get her out. I cannot have her die in a wicker-work basket nine feet square—she who was made for kings'       palaces! Keep holt of this car! Is there a strong man among ye to take her if I hand her out?”      

       He swept the lady together by a powerful movement of his arms, and lifted       her. “Keep the car from jumping,” he said to those who clustered about him. “Keep your weight on it. She is no light woman, and when she is out of it—it will be relieved.”      

       Bert leapt lightly into a sitting position on the edge of the car. The others took a firmer grip upon the ropes and ring.     

       “Are you ready?” said Mr. Butteridge.     

       He stood upon the bed-bench and lifted the lady carefully. Then he sat down on the wicker edge opposite to Bert, and put one leg over to dangle outside. A rope or so seemed to incommode him. “Will some one assist me?”        he said. “If they would take this lady?”      

       It was just at this moment, with Mr. Butteridge and the lady balanced finely on the basket brim, that she came-to. She came-to suddenly and violently with a loud, heart-rending cry of “Alfred! Save me!” And she waved her arms searchingly, and then clasped Mr. Butteridge about.     

       It seemed to Bert that the car swayed for a moment and then buck-jumped and kicked him. Also he saw the boots of the lady and the right leg of the gentleman 

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