He did not hurry.

He did not vary the tones of his voice.

He kept on praying.
Nor was there panic in the congregation, which did not budge.
That was the longest long prayer I ever heard.

When it was finally ended, and still without changing a note the preacher delivered the benediction, the crowded church in the most orderly manner moved to the several doorways.
I was quick to go for my girl.

By the time we reached the street the firing had become general.