Her postillion, however, paid no heed: he seemed suddenly to have grown deaf; he whipped up his horses, shouted encouragements to them and warnings to the pedestrians on the roads.

The carriage rocked round corners and bounced over the uneven stones.

Wogan had clean forgotten the fragility of the traveller within.

He saw men going busily about, talking in groups and standing alone, and all with consternation upon their faces.

The quiet streets were alive with them.