26/40 Blood had been tasted, and all the savage instincts were on fire. "I feel as if I were in a nightmare, not that any nightmare could compare in terror to this. Look at those hideous faces--faces of men debased by crime, sodden with drink, degraded below the level of brutes, exulting in the thought of blood, lusting for murder; and to think that these creatures are the masters of France. Great Heavens! What can come of it in the future? What seemed incredible, impossible, is going to take place; there is to be a massacre of the prisoners." They had by this time reached the monastery of the Carmelites, now converted into a prison. |