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directions. The feathers flew in the air. They threw cushions and mattresses through the window; the various articles of furniture fell at the feet of the crowd, creating a terrible picture of destruction, because all that came into the hands of this gang was broken, torn to pieces.
Two untidy looking women with red and perspiring faces were quarrelling about a big box; each trying to draw it towards herself. Feathers and down were flying above their heads. It could be seen by their faces and their open mouths that they were quarrelling, but their voices were lost in the general noise of the enraged crowd, and in the sounds of despair and grief coming from the windows of the house. An enormously tall peasant, bareheaded and dressed in a torn shirt, passed by me. His hair was wild and unkept, and down his perspiring cheeks flowed thick drops of blood,
