Some young men of the aristocracy have armed themselves and are guarding her.

She says it's another Jacquerie[1] rising!" [Footnote 1: A terrible insurrection of the French peasantry in 1358 .-- Tr.] "Ah, my God! What a mess!" said Crillon.
"It's the beginning of the end!" asserted old Daddy Ponce, shaking his grayish-yellow forehead, all plaited with wrinkles.
Time went by--still no news.

What are they doing yonder?
What shall we hear next?
At last, towards three o'clock Postaire is framed in the doorway, sweating and exultant.

"It's over! It's all right, my lad!" he gasps; "I can vouch for it that they all arrived together at the Gozlans' villa.

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