"Arrest!" vociferated Wood. He was in a curious state of desperation. I heard only after it was all over. The soldiers surrounded the cart, drew their swords, and by striking the rioters first with the blunt edge of their blades, and afterwards with the sharp points, succeeded in driving them back. John’s father piped up, bored with the conversation, and asked, “Where do you get your blue eyes, Lucy? What nationality are you?” “I’m mostly Italian, but I get my blue eyes from my mother, who was Gypsy. Their conversation degenerated again and again into a strain of self-congratulation that would have irked an eavesdropper. The sun was all but gone now, the horizon a deep shade of purple. “Where are they?” She looked around. “Frightful lot of things aren’t settled,” said Ann Veronica.
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