A hundred yards beyond the village we came up with a crowd of peasants, who were, like us, on the way to Marseilles.

It was plain to see that they had just been pillaging some country house, for they were laden with rich stuffs, chandeliers and jewels.

It proved to be that of M.R____, inspector of reviews.

Several carried muskets.

I pointed out to my companion a stain of blood on the trousers of one of the men, who began to laugh when he saw what we were looking at.