'Let go of her' Newman's voice was lost in the shouting, and he felt himself being pulled along with the crowd. You started this fuckin' disease, and if we've all gotta die then you're goin' to be the first' Flames were now leaping from the curtains on to the pine wall coverings, and choking black smoke filled the room. Newman pulled her to him, determined to shield her from the mob. There was no way of locking it-not that it would have been any use. >Susan screamed and came running back into the room, slamming the frail door behind her. There was a splintering crack from out in the hall, and he knew that the front door had yielded. 'Calm yourselves.' Newman tried to speak evenly. More stones and bricks showered into the room. There was a howl of pain, and the improvised torch fell to the carpet. Newman struck downwards viciously with a heavy glass ashtray, catching the youth on the forearm. One of them bad an axe, and he heard the woodwork of the front His reply was greeted with guffaws, and more of the youths began crowding into the tiny front garden. Then let's just pray they get here in time.' The curtains blew inwards as the warm breeze of a hot summer's night wafted through the smashed pane. A heavy object thudded on to the carpet and bounced against the fireplace. Her attempts to raise his spirits were interrupted by a crashing and splintering of glass. If the football season had started maybe they wouldn't be here.' 'What are we going to do?' They're just looking for trouble, and dangerous. I'll bet the oldest one amongst 'em isn't more than twenty. 'Come on out or we'll burn the bloody place down' 'Who are they?' Susan was trembling. 'What d'you want?' Brian Newman shouted, and dodged back as another stone came whizzing into the room. He wondered if anybody was phoning the police.

The residents were obviously not going to tangle with the youths. Only a single streetlamp lit up the bizarre scene.

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