Soldiers were stationed at different points of the street to keep off the mob, and others were riding backwards and forwards to maintain an open space for the passage of the procession. Occasionally the flames would bend, twist and writhe crazily as the punka-boy bestirred himself. She did not bother with the backpack despite its due tomorrow status. His commissions this day would not fill his metal pipe with one wad of tobacco.
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