agine that host. It
had no character of its own. The figures poured out past the cornerand
receded with their backs to the group in the lane. Along the margin came
those who were on foot threatened by the wheelsstumbling in the ditches
blundering into one another.
The carts and carriages crowded close upon one anothermaking little
way for those swifter and more impatient vehicles that darted forward every
now and then when an opportunity showed itself of doing sosending the
people scattering against the fences and gates of the villas.
“Push on [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]!” was the cry. “Push on [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]! They are coming!”
In one cart stood a blind man in the uniform of the Salvation Army
gesticulating with his crooked fingers and bawling“Eternity! Eternity [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]!” His
voice was hoarse and very loud so that my brother could hear him long after
he was lost to sight in the dust. Some of the people who crowded in the carts
whipped stupidly at their horses and quarrelled with other drivers; some sat
motionlessstaring at nothing with miserable eyes; some gnawed their hands
with thirstor lay prostrate in the bottoms of their conveyances. The horses’
bits were covered with foamtheir eyes bloodshot.
There were cabscarriagesshop carswaggonsbeyond counting; a mail
yilai:
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