The shadow of the sword [electronic resource]: a romance . ,and things were again dimly visible, the Flood had met theTide, and wherever the eye fell a black waste of water sur-rounded the houses, many of which were flooded to the roofs ;the main street was a brawling river, and the lanes on allsides were its tributary streams ; many of the boats haddriven from shore and were rocking up and down as if on astormy sea : and there was a sound in the air as of an earth-quake, broken only by frantic human cries. The desolationwas complete, but the destruction had only just begun. Fromthe inland val
The shadow of the sword [electronic resource]: a romance . ,and things were again dimly visible, the Flood had met theTide, and wherever the eye fell a black waste of water sur-rounded the houses, many of which were flooded to the roofs ;the main street was a brawling river, and the lanes on allsides were its tributary streams ; many of the boats haddriven from shore and were rocking up and down as if on astormy sea : and there was a sound in the air as of an earth-quake, broken only by frantic human cries. The desolationwas complete, but the destruction had only just begun. Fromthe inland valley fresh torrents were tumultuously flowing torecruit the floods ; so that the waters were every momentrising ; and the tide, flowing into the streets, mingled withthe rivers of rain. Under the fury of the first attack manybuildings had fallen, and the fierce washing of the waters wasrapidly undermining others. And still there wa~ no sign ofthe cessation of the rain. Deluge was pouring upon seemed as if the wrath of Heaven had only just whichwhich CHAPTER XLV. MID WATERS WILD. ITUATED apart, some distance from the mainvillage, and built close upon the sea-shore un-der the shelter of the eastern crag, the house ofMother Gwenfern stood, with several otherscattered abodes, far out of danger. The onlyseemed to threaten it came from the highthat night rose nearly to the threshold, and,augmented by the rains of the flood, surged threateninglyclose upon it. Leading from the cottage to the heightsabove was a rocky path, and on this, gazing awe-stricken inthe direction of the village, stood Mother Gwenfern, gaunt asa spectre in the flying gleams of moonlight. Around hergathered several neighbours, chiefly women and children, thelatter crying in terror, the former crouching on the by was a group of men, including Mikel Grallon. Little had been said ; the situation was too appalling forwords. While the flood played tiger-like with his victim, thewomen prayed
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