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Portrait of Baroness Orczy Baroness Orczy A Son of the People — Chapter 14 (1913)

And the grotesque cavalcade of mummers stood about in fantastic groups, like an army eager to fight, but disorganised and leaderless; while the ladies, forgetting their masculine attire, added to the confusion by sobs of terror, anxious questionings, and loud, wailing prayers.
“My lord,” suddenly said a voice close to Bideskúty’s elbow, “we shall have to organise, and very quickly too, a chain of buckets from the nearest well to those further stables. Any flying spark may now set them ablaze; the poor beasts, in that quarter are cut off from the plain by the fire.
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Portrait of Baroness Orczy Baroness Orczy A Son of the People — Chapter 14 (1913)

The air was full of sounds of anguish and terror: the stampede of the beasts as they were driven out of the threatened stables, towards the distant puszta, which, arid and desolate, was the only safe shelter, the only barrier, against the fast spreading enemy; the melancholy lowing of the oxen, the frightened bleating of the sheep, the shouts and cries of the men, the wail of anguish of the women, and through it all, the hissing, roaring of the flames, as they attacked now a fresh field of nodding wheat, now an outlying shed, whose dry tinder crackled, as it burnt.
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Portrait of Baroness Orczy Baroness Orczy A Son of the People — Chapter 14 (1913)

And the poor frightened beasts, not understanding why their sheltering stables were closed against them, or what was the meaning of this strange light, lurid and hot, rushed about, panting and snorting, in a terrified circle, always turning blindly towards that stable door which was closed against them. The shepherds and herdsmen worked with a will. With relentless energy they tried to keep their herds together, hoping to get them well out of reach, before some straying spark caught the dry thatch of the first group of stables.
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