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Thunderous murmur; all the distances were charged with it. It was music to
Him; for it meant that the English world was out in its strength to give loyal
Welcome to the great day.
Presently Tom found himself once more the chief figure in a wonderful
floating pageant on the Thames; for by ancient custom the 'recognition
procession' through London must start from the Tower, and he was bound
Thither.
When he arrived there, the sides of the venerable fortress seemed suddenly
Rent in a thousand places, and from every rent leaped a red tongue of flame
And a white gush of smoke; a deafening explosion followed, which drowned
The shoutings of the multitude, and made the ground tremble; the flame-jets,
The smoke, and the explosions were repeated over and over again with
Marvelous celerity, so that in a few moments the old Tower disappeared in the
Vast fog of its own smoke, all but the very top of the tall pile called the White
Tower; this, with its banners, stood out above the dense bank of vapor as a
Mountain peak projects above a cloud-rack.
Tom Canty, splendidly arrayed, mounted a prancing war-steed, whose rich
trappings almost reached to the ground; his 'uncle,' the Lord Protector
Somerset, similarly mounted, took place in his rear; the King's Guard formed
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