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 the adjoining houses. Despite the different gestures of everyone of these men, they all had some common work of similarity; they were separate parts of a giant body, moved by one titanic power.

Looking from above, this whole mob seemed to express a moving hatred; at that moment it was directed against an emaciated Jew, who, mad with terror, hid himself upon the top of the house, with his whole poor and trembling body clinging to the prominent chimney. With shaking crooked figures he tore out one brick after another and threw it down with a sharp shrill cry like the voice of a mew pursued by an eagle. His long, white beard was quivering on his chest and his white trousers were covered with bloody stains.

Each time he threw a brick, the screams grew louder.

“Throw these at him!”