[The Sign Of The Red Cross by Evelyn Everett-Green]@TWC D-Link bookThe Sign Of The Red Cross CHAPTER XVII 3/22
It would be easy to carry down any valuables and load it up, and then transport the intrepid old woman, when she had looked her fill, and when she saw her own safety threatened. For it began to be evident that the flames would quickly overleap the gap presented by Thames Street.
They were gathering so fearfully in power that great flakes of fire detached themselves from the burning buildings and leaped upon other places to right and left, as though endowed with the power of volition. The fire was even spreading eastward in spite of the strong east wind--not, of course, with anything like the rapidity with which it made its way westward, but in a fashion which plainly showed how firm a hold it had upon the doomed houses. There was no time to lose if Lady Scrope and her valuables were to be saved.
The house seemed full of smoke as they entered it; and Dorcas led them up the stairs into the parlour, at the window of which her mistress was standing, leaning upon her stick, and uttering a succession of short, sharp exclamations, intermingled with the cackling laugh of old age. "Ha! that is a good one! Some roof fell in then! See the sparks rushing up like waters from a fountain! I would not have missed that! Pity it is daylight; 'twould have been twice as fine at night! Good! good! good! yes run, my man, run, or the flames will catch you.
Ha! they gave him a lick, and he has dropped his bundle and fled for his very life.
Ha! ha! ha! it is as good as the best play I ever saw in my life! Here comes another.
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