I went into the Rue St.
Anastase, and I saved the lives of those four men.
Amongst those men there was a poor workman of the Rue de Charonne, whose wife was being confined at that very moment, and who was weeping.

One could understand, when hearing his sobs and seeing his rags, how he had cleared with a single bound these three steps--poverty, despair, rebellion.

Their chief was a young man, pale and fair, with high cheek bones, intelligent brow, and an earnest and resolute countenance.

As soon as I set him free, and told him my name, he also wept.

He said to me, "When I think that an hour ago I knew that you were facing us, and that I wished that the barrel of my gun had eyes to see and kill you!" He added, "In the times in which we live we do not know what may happen.