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Show Progress Impossible Swift progress toon became impossible, impos-sible, the crowds becoming so dense that they moved in some streets as slowly as the queue before a theater ticket window Sewing machines and babies were piled upon bicycles and trundled along Fainting women were carr ed out of tho crowds until they had re ed suf ficiently to go on Every time the shells whistled over hea I a long shuddering tremor passe I through the crowd Women pressed the r bab es tighter to the r breasts and increase I the speed of the r flight from the c ty of leath All dav long the people tramped out and the sin poured down h t so great was the d st that the arm of fugitives were hardh visible When night fell lhe bad not reached the Dutch fron t er and hob nd them thro gh the dark iipbb the r turn ng homes cast a glare lie sons great iron works wl lo oor head the br st ng shells ront n fl lo sprea I thoisauds of shoot ng star |