"I was coming home from some place at the end of the world, about three o'clock of a black winter morning, and my way lay through a part of town where there was literally nothing to be seen but lamps."
"All at once, I saw two figures: one a little man who was stumping along Eastward at a good walk, and the other a girl of maybe eight or ten who was running hard as she was able down a cross street."
"Well, sir, the two ran into one another naturally enough a the corner."
"And then came the horrible part of the thing; for the man trampled over the child's body and left her screaming on the ground. It sounds nothing to hear, but it was hellish to see."
"It wasn't like a man; it was like some damn juggernaut."
"I gave a few halloa, took to my heels, collared my gentleman, and brought him back to where there was already quite a group about the screaming child."