Far away, high up, seemed the mouth of a huge passage full of struggling humanity.

The whole multitude was swaying in congested masses.

Individual figures sprang out of the tumult, impressed him momentarily, and lost definition again.
Close to the platform swayed a beautiful fair woman, carried by three men, her hair across her face and brandishing a green staff.

Next this group an old careworn man in blue canvas maintained his place in the crush with difficulty, and behind shouted a hairless face, a great cavity of toothless mouth.

A voice called that enigmatical word "Ostrog." All his impressions were vague save the massive emotion of that trampling song.