Lord?
Here it comes: charge!' But the charge was ineffectual for their purpose.

A throng of far more resolute and more sinewy people swept them aside, and seized every vacant place on the top of the vehicle.

Only with much struggle did they obtain places within.

In an ordinary mood, Nancy would have resented this hustling of her person by the profane public; as it was, she half enjoyed the tumult, and looked forward to get more of it along the packed streets, with a sense that she might as well amuse herself in vulgar ways, since nothing better was attainable.

This did not, however, modify her contempt of Samuel Barmby; it seemed never to have occurred to him that the rough-and-tumble might be avoided, and time gained, by the simple expedient of taking a cab.
Sitting opposite to Samuel, she avoided his persistent glances by reading the rows of advertisements above his head.