Читать книгу Heiress of Haddon - W. E. Doubleday - Страница 16

Fear fell on me and I fled.

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I took the least frequented road,

But even there arose a hum;

Lights showed in every vile abode,

And far away I heard the drum.

Roused with the city, late so still;

Burghers, half-clad, ran hurrying by,

Old crones came forth, and scolded shrill,

Then shouted challenge and reply.