Go on, hang them, and it will be over." There is no longer anything going on at the Image-de-Notre-Dame.

The fire has been extinguished with two tuns of wine in default of water.
The conspirators have fled by the garden.

The archers are dragging the culprits to the gibbets.

From this moment the affair did not occupy much time.

The executioner, heedless about operating according to the rules of the art, made such haste that he dispatched the condemned in a couple of minutes.