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Show morbid expectation in their faces. For Lathrop, it was a painful menagerie. D Despite efforts by the guards to keep the crowd at a distance, the mob surged closer to the pillory. In a burst of hostility, one of the guards, using a pike, began shoving the spectators backwards. With all the pushing and shoving, Lathrop found himself at the front of the crowd and closer to the pillory than most. "You stinking butchers!" The final remark came from a bold dark-eyed lad who appeared too respectable tor such a place. Lathrop detested the guards who returned such cutting aspersions with haughty looks and then executed their loathsome tasks with terrible e ff ic lenc y , Two of the three prisoners were quickly pilloried and just as quickly ignored by the crowd. It was the third who had drawn the crowd today. It was for him that Lathrop had come. A slim, blond, middle-aged man, restrained with manacles, yet: not stripped of his serene dignity, was pushed toward the pillory. His head and hands were jammed into the unsightly wooden frame. "This is Christ's yoke," testified the victim. A child in the crowd turned to his mother, not understanding why a man who should have such a kindly |
