Juliette, cold and numb, was clinging to Deroulede, who had placed a protecting arm round her.
Santerne had told off two of his men to join the new escort of the prisoners, and presently the small party, skirting the walls of the Palais de Justice, began to walk rapidly away from the scene of the riot.
Deroulede noted that some half-dozen men seemed to be surrounding him and Juliette, but the drizzling rain blurred every outline.

The blackness of the night too had become absolutely dense, and in the distance the cries of the populace grew more and more faint..