We asked you what we were to do; you said, 'We must take up arms.' Well, here they are!" He thrust his hands into the pockets of his overcoat and drew out two pistols.
Almost at the same moment the bell of the street door sounded.

He hurriedly put his pistols back into his pockets.

A man in a blouse came in, a workman of some fifty years.

This man, without looking at any one, without saying anything, threw down a piece of money on the counter.
Auguste took a small glass and filled it with brandy, the man drank it off, put down the glass upon the counter and went away.
When the door was shut: "You see," said Auguste to me, "they drink, they eat, they sleep, they think of nothing.

Such are they all!" The other interrupted him impetuously: "One man is not the People!" And turning towards me,-- "Citizen Victor Hugo, they will march forward.