So he got out of the fury of the panic, and, skirting the Edgware Road, reached Edgware about seven.
When the amphitheater had cleared I crept stealthily to the top and as the great excavation lay far from the plaza. ...
I can compare it to nothing but a large door mat, ornamented at the edges with little tinkling tags. ...
At that I gripped my wife’s arm, and without ceremony ran her out into the road.