And simultaneously, the gathering tramp - to which she had been listening, instead of heeding Margaret's words - was heard just right outside the wall, and an increasing din of angry voices raged behind the wooden barrier, which shook as if the unseen maddened crowd made battering rams of their bodies, and retreated a short space only to come with more united steady impetus against it, till their great beats made the strong gates quiver, like reeds before the wind.
-- North and South by Elizabeth Gaskell
Chapter 22, page 215
One of my two favorite chapters, so far. Full of action, romance, and tension.... Ach! I just love it!