He is underneath us now.
He urges them to follow him! He towers above them! He is----" She broke off; close to her sounded a heavy breathing, that even above the babel of the street caught her ear.

She drew in her head, looked, and, overwrought by that which she had been witnessing, she shrieked aloud.
Beside her, bending under the weight of the great steaming pot, stood her mother! Her mother, who had scarcely left her bedroom twice in a twelvemonth, nor crossed it as many times in a week.

But it was her mother; endowed at this pass, and for the instant, with supernatural strength.

For even as Anne recoiled thunderstruck, the old woman lifted the huge _marmite_, half-full and steaming as it was, to the ledge of the window, steadied it there an instant, and then, with the gleaming eyes and set pale face of an avenging prophetess, thrust it forth.
A second they gazed at one another with suspended breath.

Then from the street below rose a wild shriek, a crash, and lo, the huge pot lay shattered in the kennel beside the man whom, Heaven directed, it had slain.