Lydia Maria Child,
The Rebels; or, Boston before the Revolution
(1825)
“ One word whispered to Hutchinson, you know, would lay you on a bed of coals."The miser grasped his arm with a most beseeching look, just as a lumbering vehicle rattled to the door, and a loud knock announced another arrival. A tall, robust man, with a fear-nought coat buttoned up to his throat, and his cocked-hat unlooped to defend him from the tempest, impatiently inquired whether Mr. Townsend was ready to start for Providence. ”
