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Ay, as it? A score of voices called for silence; a breathless hush

fell on the crowd Aeyes Then, "It was the bell!" cried one, "let us out!" "It

was not!" cried another "It was a pistol shot!" "Anyhow let us out!"

the crowd roared in chorus; "let us out!" And they pressed in a furious

nal or no signal

But the pike, checked in their first rush,

turned on one another, and broke into wrangling and disputing; boasting,

and calling Heaven and the saints to witness how thoroughly, how

pitilessly, how ree Paris of this leprosy when

the signal did sound Until again above the babel a ain they listened And this time, dulled by walls and distance,

but unmistakable by the ears of fear or hate, the heavy note of a bell

caht air It was the boonal

The doorkeepers lowered their pikes, and with a wild rush, as of wolves

swar on their prey, the band storled and battled a way down the narrow staircase, and along the

narrow passage "A bas les Huguenots! Mort aux Huguenots!" they

shouted; and shrieking, sweating, spurning with vile hands, viler faces,