Public opinion here is not satisfactory.

I am going to drill it.

I am going to set folks straight here.

I mean to shoot, here in Metz, as well as in Nancy, five or six hundred every fortnight." The same at the house of General Bessieres, commandant of the town encountering there M.Cledat, an old officer, the second in command, he measures him from head to foot: "You look like a muscadin.

Where did you come from?
You must be a bad republican--you look as if you belonged to the ancient regime." "My hair is gray," he responds, "but I am not the less a good republican: you may ask the General and the whole town." "Be off! Go to the devil, and be quick about it, or I will have you arrested!"-- The same, in the street, where he lays hold of a man passing, on account of his looks; the justice of the peace, Joly, certifies to the civism of this person, and he "eyes" Joly: "You too, you are an aristocrat! I see it in your eyes! I never make a mistake." Whereupon, tearing off the Judge's badge, he sends him to prison .-- Meanwhile, a fire, soon extinguished, breaks out in the army bakery; officers, townspeople, laborers, peasants and even children form a line (for passing water) and Duquesnoy appears to urge them on in his way: using his fists and his foot, he falls on whoever he meets, on an employee in the commissariat, on a convalescent officer, on two men in the line, and many others.