Immediately the crowd began to cheer and to shout; some sang the "Ca ira!" and others screamed: "Les aristos! a la lanterne! a mort! a mort! les aristos!" He saw it all quite plainly, for the darkness had vanished, and the vision was more vivid than even reality could have been.

The rattle of wheels grew louder, and presently the cart debouched on the open place.
Men and women sat huddled up in the cart; but in the midst of them a woman stood, and her eyes were fixed upon Armand.

She wore her pale-grey satin gown, and a white kerchief was folded across her bosom.

Her brown hair fell in loose soft curls all round her head.

She looked exactly like the exquisite cameo which Marguerite used to wear.