“We looked out from our window. Thronging there
A thousand of our people, girls and men,
Raved and reviled and shouted by the glare
Of torches and of bonfire blaze. And then
Came tumult from the street beyond: again
‘Dymer’ they cried. And farther off there came
The sound of gun-fire and the gleam of flame.
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“I rushed down with the rest. Oh, we were mad!
After this, it’s all nightmare. The black sky