However, the Proclamation was not yet printed.
It was nearly nine o'clock in the evening and nothing had come.

Xavier Durrieu asserted that before another hour elapsed they should have the promised forty thousand copies.

It was hoped to cover the walls of Paris with them during the night.

Each of those present was to serve as a bill-poster.
There were amongst us--an inevitable circumstance in the stormy confusion of the first moments--a good many men whom we did not know.
One of these men brought in ten or twelve copies of the appeal to arms.
He asked me to sign them with my own hand, in order, he said, that he might be able to show my signature to the people--"Or to the police," whispered Baudin to me smiling.

We were not in a position to take such precautions as these.