XXIV.

Now onward rolls the mass, till near the door More fiercely violent grows the maddened throng With sight of safety. Hundreds strew the floor Crushed, bruised, and trampled. O’er the weak the strong Unpitying stride, and dying shrieks the wrong With vain reproof attest of selfish man. But Carlos bore like Hercules along His Isidor with strength that all outran; Grasped Isabel his waist--the outer wall they scan.