They cheered us, and the crowd echoed the cheer, and Temple and I made our way back to the two girls: both of us lost our pocket-handkerchiefs, and Temple a penknife as well.

Then the engines arrived and soused the burning houses.

We were all in a crimson mist, boys smoking, girls laughing and staring, men hallooing, hats and caps flying about, fights going on, people throwing their furniture out of the windows.

The great wall of the Bench was awful in its reflection of the labouring flames--it rose out of sight like the flame-tops till the columns of water brought them down.

I thought of my father, and of my watch.