Wandered on a little farther
To the Leicester Lounge and Gaiety,
Found the doors were barred against them,
Found them housing homeless women
With their baggage and their babies.
“Woggs was right,” said Tiadatha,
“True enough the town is blazing;
This is going to be ‘some’ evening.”
All the sky was glowing crimson,
Clouds of smoke were welling upwards,