She could easily have burnt them there, as a tiny spirit lamp was always kept alight on a side table for the use of smokers.
This little fact now altered the entire course of events.

Tinville had but to frame an indignant ejaculation: "Citizens of France, see how you are being befooled and hoodwinked!" Then he turned once more to Deroulede.
"Citizen Deroulede ..." he began.
But in the tumult that ensued he could no longer hear his own voice.

The pent-up rage of the entire mob of Paris seemed to find vent for itself in the howls with which the crowd now tried to drown the rest of the proceedings.
As their brutish hearts had been suddenly melted on behalf of Juliette, in response to Deroulede's passionate appeal, so now they swiftly changed their sympathetic attitude to one of horror and execration.
Two people had fooled and deceived them.

One of these they had reverenced and trusted, as much as their degraded minds were capable of reverencing anything, therefore _his_ sin seemed doubly damnable.
He and that pale-face aristocrat had for weeks now, months, or years perhaps, conspired against the Republic, against the Revolution, which had been made by a people thirsting for liberty.

During these months and years _he_ had talked to them, and they had listened; he had poured forth treasures of eloquence, cajoled them, as he had done just now.
The noise and hubbub were growing apace.