"Quick! quick!" they cried out.

"We are in December, the days are short," repeated Joigneaux.
Twelve copies were made at the same time in a few minutes.

Schoelcher, Rey, Xavier Durrieu, and Milliere each took one, and set out in search of a printing office.
As they went out a man whom I did not know, but who was greeted by several Representatives, entered and said, "Citizens, this house is marked.

Troops are on the way to surround you.

You have not a second to lose." Numerous voices were raised,-- "Very well! Let them arrest us!" "What does it matter to us ?" "Let them complete their crime." "Colleagues," said I, "let us not allow ourselves to be arrested.