With sight of safety. Hundreds strew the floor
Crushed, bruised, and trampled. O’er the weak the strong
Unpitying stride, and dying shrieks the wrong
With vain reproof attest of selfish man.
But Carlos bore like Hercules along
His Isidor with strength that all outran;
Grasped Isabel his waist—the outer wall they scan.
XXV.
“Now had I known,” the grave Salustian cried,