From every window men and women, frightened by the uproar, were craning their necks, asking or answering questions or hurriedly calling for and kindling tapers.

But as yet the general populace seemed to be taking no active part in the disorder.
Pavannes raised his hat an instant as we stood in the shadow of the houses.

"The noblest man in France is dead," he said, softly and reverently.

"God rest his soul! They have had their way with him and killed him like a dog.

He was an old man and they did not spare him! A noble, and they have called in the CANAILLE to tear him.