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He was in the Rue St Honore now, and speeding ard But the flood

still rose with him, and roared abreast of hi, within sight of his goal, and lacked but a hundred

paces of it, he found his passage barred by a dense

slowly to ht of a dozen

torches shone on half as many riders mailed and ar eyes of the rabble about theht On these from time to time a

white-clad figure showed itself, and passed fro low, ran along the parapet Every time that this

happened, the e

Tignonville groaned, but he could not help Unable to go forward, he

turned, and with others hurrying, shouting, and brandishing weapons, he

pressed into the Rue du Roule, passed through it, and gained the Bethizy

But here, as he e was barred at the Hotel

Ponthieu by a horde of savages, who danced and yelled and sang songs

round the Admiral's body, which lay in theinto houses and forcing new victims into

the street The worst had happened there, and he turned panting,

regained the Rue St Honore, and, crossing it and turning left-handed,

darted through side streets until he cahfare a little beyond the Croix du Tiroir, that marked the corner

of Mademoiselle's house