It was indeed dreadful to see the old and bed-ridden forced into the street to seek a home where they could; nor yet less dreadful to behold others roused from a bed of sickness at dead of night, and by such a fearful summons.
Still, fanned by the wind, and fed by a thousand combustible matters, the fire pressed fearfully on, devouring all before it, and increasing in fury and power each instant; while the drunken mob laughed, roared, shouted, and rejoiced beside it, as if in emulation of the raging flames.
To proceed for a moment to Wood Street.

When Philip Grant quitted Leonard in the manner before related, the latter followed him to the door, and saw him disappear in the gloom.

But he did not attempt pursuit, because he could not persuade himself that any danger was really to be apprehended.

He thought it, however, advisable to consult with Mr.Bloundel on the subject, and accordingly proceeded to his room and roused him.
After hearing what had occurred, the grocer looked very grave, and said, "I am not disposed to treat this matter so lightly as you do, Leonard.

I fear this unhappy man has some desperate design in view.