Pearl-Maiden by H. Rider (Henry Rider) Haggard
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of him. Beyond lay the broad passage of the vomitorium. They gained it,
and in an instant were mixed with the thousands who sought to escape the panic. Some perished, some were swept onwards, among them Nehushta and Rachel. Thrice they nearly fell, but the fierce strength of the Libyan saved her mistress, till at length they found themselves on the broad terrace facing the seashore. "Whither now?" gasped Rachel. "Where shall I lead you?" answered Nehushta. "Do not stay. Be swift." "But the others?" said Rachel, glancing back at the fighting, trampling, yelling mob. "God guard them! We cannot." "Leave me," moaned her mistress. "Save yourself, Nou; I am spent," and she sank down to her knees. "But I am still strong," muttered Nehushta, and lifting the swooning woman in her sinewy arms, she fled on towards the port, crying, "Way, way for my lady, the noble Roman, who has swooned!" And the multitude made way. CHAPTER III THE GRAIN STORE |
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