There was a little movement at the end of the street.

The police had driven back the crowd to allow a carriage to pass through.

A hoarse murmur of voices came floating into the room.
The people gave way slowly and unwillingly--still, they gave way.

Law and order, strenuous though the task of preserving them was becoming, prevailed.
"Mr.Foley," Maraton said, dropping the curtain and returning once more to his place, "I am honoured by your confidence.

You force me, however, to remind you that you have spoken to me as a politician.