Priestly garments, images of saints, rich stuffs and ornaments, altar-furniture and household goods, were cast into the flames, and shed a glare on the whole country round; but they danced and howled, and roared about these fires till they were tired, and were never for an instant checked.
As the main body filed off from this scene of action, and passed down Welbeck Street, they came upon Gashford, who had been a witness of their proceedings, and was walking stealthily along the pavement.

Keeping up with him, and yet not seeming to speak, Hugh muttered in his ear: 'Is this better, master ?' 'No,' said Gashford.

'It is not.' 'What would you have ?' said Hugh.

'Fevers are never at their height at once.

They must get on by degrees.' 'I would have you,' said Gashford, pinching his arm with such malevolence that his nails seemed to meet in the skin; 'I would have you put some meaning into your work.