The unfortunate Lescuyer, notary of Avignon, secretary (_greffier_) of the municipality, more particularly pointed out to the fury of the mob, was dragged violently from his residence, and along the pavement to the altar of the Cordeliers, where he was murdered by sabre-strokes and blows from bludgeons, trampled under foot, his dead body outraged and cast as an expiatory victim at the feet of the offended statue.

The national guard, having despatched a detachment with two pieces of cannon from the fort, drove back the infuriated populace, and picked from the pavement the naked and lifeless carcase of Lescuyer.

The prisons of the city had been broken open, and the miscreants they contained came to offer their assistance for other murders.

Horrible reprisals were feared, and yet the mediators, absent from the city, were asleep, or closed their eyes upon the actual danger.

The understanding between the leaders of the Paris clubs and the rioters of Avignon became more fearfully intimate.
VII.
One of those sinister persons who seem to smell blood and presage crime, reached Avignon from Versailles: his name was Jourdan.