Someone reached out a long arm and grabbed a chair, and with it took the legs from Gresson.

Then the lights suddenly went out, and we retreated in good order by the platform door with a yelling crowd at our heels.
It was here that the plain-clothes men came in handy.

They held the door while the ex-deportee was smuggled out by some side entrance.

That class of lad would soon cease to exist but for the protection of the law which he would abolish.

The rest of us, having less to fear, were suffered to leak into Newmilns Street.