Thus--a vision of coarse faces, with here and there a blot of flaring, smoky light; a dream of demon heads and savage eyes, and sticks and iron bars uplifted in the air, and whirled about; a bewildering horror, in which so much was seen, and yet so little, which seemed so long, and yet so short, in which there were so many phantoms, not to be forgotten all through life, and yet so many things that could not be observed in one distracting glimpse--it flitted onward, and was gone.
As it passed away upon its work of wrath and ruin, a piercing scream was heard.

A knot of persons ran towards the spot; Gashford, who just then emerged into the street, among them.

He was on the outskirts of the little concourse, and could not see or hear what passed within; but one who had a better place, informed him that a widow woman had descried her son among the rioters.
'Is that all ?' said the secretary, turning his face homewards.

'Well! I think this looks a little more like business!'.