I supported her entirely, elbowing, pushing, struggling with the maddest of them.
I reached the narrow exit--I fought my way through like a tiger.
Bleeding, exhausted, my hat gone, my coat torn from my back, I at last emerged under the calm moonlight with my darling held to my panting heart.

Bearing her apart from the jostling crowd, I looked backward, expecting to see the devouring flames stream high from the combustible roof.

As yet they had not broken through.

I set my treasure gently down on her little feet.

Her bonnet was gone, her wealth of golden hair hung disheveled about her pale face.
"Are we safe ?" she murmured.
"Yes, thank Heaven, your precious life is saved!" "Oh! where is my brother ?" "Here!" said a cold voice behind us, and young Knickerbocker coolly took his sister on his own arm.