I have always believed that the Good Samaritan went across the road to the wounded man just because he wanted to.
The crowd, still shouting, gives way before us. We plough our way through. Women hold their aprons over their faces and go stumbling away. A roar of fury goes up. A wounded man is being carried off.
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