'"
From the point of view of literature this might be great stuff; but
on the corner of Broadway and Fifth Street at the crowded hours it
was unusual, to say the least. My companion was entering into the
spirit of it in a most alarming way; he was half chanting, his voice
rising, his face lighting up. "'Thy men shall fall by the sword, and
thy mighty in the war. And her gates shall lament and mourn; and she
being desolate shall sit upon the ground.'"
"Be careful!" I whispered. "People will hear you!"
"But why should they not?" He turned on me a look of surprise. "The
people hear me gladly." And he added: "The common people."
Here was an aspect of my adventure which had not occurred to me
before. "My God!" I thought. "If he takes to preaching on street
corners!" I realized in a flash--it was exactly what he would be up
to! A panic seized me; I couldn't stand that; I'd have to cut and
run!
I began to speak quickly. "We must get across this street while we
have time; the traffic officer has turned the right way now.
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