And thus it went on, swallowing up all before it, like an insatiate monster, and roaring for very joy.

Meanwhile, the incendiaries had met, as concerted, near the foot of the bridge, and all except Philip Grant seemed to rejoice in the progress of the conflagration.
Chowles made some comment upon his moody looks and silence, and whispered in his ear, "You have now an opportunity of retrieving your fortune, and may make yourself richer than your son.

Take my advice, and do not let it pass." "Away, tempter!" cried Grant--"I have lighted a fire within my breast which never will be quenched." "Poh, poh!" rejoined Judith; "do not turn faint-hearted now." "The fire rages fiercely," cried Solomon Eagle, gazing at the vast sheet of flame overtopping the buildings near them, "but we must keep it alive.

Take the remainder of the fire-balls, Hubert, and cast them into some of the old houses in Crooked-lane." Hubert prepared to obey.

"I will go with you, and point out the best spots," said Chowles.