CHAPTER XVIII.
THE REPRESENTATIVES HUNTED DOWN At the corner of the Rue de Faubourg St.Antoine before the shop of the grocer Pepin, on the same spot where the immense barricade of June, 1848, was erected as high as the second story, the decrees of the morning had been placarded.

Some men were inspecting them, although it was pitch dark, and they could not read them, and an old woman said, "The 'Twenty-five francs' are crushed--so much the better!" A few steps further I heard my name pronounced.

I turned round.

It was Jules Favre, Bourzat, Lafon, Madier de Montjau, and Michel de Bourges, who were passing by.

I took leave of the brave and devoted woman who had insisted upon accompanying me.