The female population of Clay Lane had collected there.
Smash! went the breaking of glass in Lionel's ears as he came in view; smash! went another crash.

Were Peckaby's shop windows suffering?
A misgiving that it must be so, crossed the mind of Lionel, and he made few steps to the scene of warfare.
Sure enough it was nothing less.

Three great holes were staring in so many panes, the splinters of glass lying inside the shop-window, amidst butter and flour, and other suchlike articles.

The flour looked brown, and the butter was running away in an oily stream; but that was no reason why a shower of broken glass should be added to improve their excellences.

Mr.Peckaby, with white gills and hair raised up on end, stood, the picture of fear, gazing at the damage, but too much afraid to start out and prevent it.