Then I came into a
quieter quarter of the town, and ran until I reached the lodging
where I had left them.
They were waiting just inside the door, anxious and trembling. But
I was amazed to find them so little panic-stricken. The little girl
had her doll in her arms.
[Illustration with caption: The cathedral spire... was swaying and
rocking in the air like the mast of a ship at sea.] "What is it?"
asked my wife. "What must we do?"
"Come," I cried. "Something frightful has happened here. I can't
explain now. We must get away at once. Come, quickly."
Then I took a hand of each and we hastened through the streets,
vaguely steering away from the centre of the city.
Presently we came into that wide new street of mean houses, of
which I have already spoken. There were a few people in it, but
they moved heavily and feebly, as if some mortal illness lay upon
them. Their faces were pale and haggard with a helpless anxiety to
escape more quickly. The houses seemed half deserted. The shades
were drawn, the doors closed.
But since it was all so quiet, I thought that we might find some
temporary shelter there.
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