They were singing snatches of the song of the revolt, most of them out of tune.

Here and there torches flared creating brief hysterical shadows.

He asked his way and was twice puzzled by that same thick dialect.

His third attempt won an answer he could understand.

He was two miles from the wind-vane offices in Westminster, but the way was easy to follow.
When at last he did approach the district of the wind-vane offices it seemed to him, from the cheering processions that came marching along the Ways, from the tumult of rejoicing, and finally from the restoration of the lighting of the city, that the overthrow of the Council must already be accomplished.