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the riht resort to rudeness on their own account And Madaested all manner of

horrors, one on top of the other, until she increased her own terror

tenfold And yet, to do her justice, nothing that even her frenzied

is which the streets of Paris,

fruitfulat that very hour As

know

For it was noon--or a little ust the twenty-fourth,

"a holiday, and therefore the people could more conveniently find leisure

to kill and plunder" Froe of Notre Danonville crouched in his hay

cast, bound hand and foot, into the Seine On the river bank Spire

Niquet, the book burnt over a slow fire, fed with his own

books In their houses, Ramus the scholar and Goujon the sculptor--than

who butchered

like sheep; and in the Valley of Misery, now the Quai de la Megisserie,

seven hundred persons who had sought refuge in the prisons were being

beaten to death with bludgeons Nay, at this hour--a little sooner or a

little later, what nonville's own cousin, Mada of the Louvre the day before, perished in the hands

of the mob; and the sister of M de Taverny, equally ill-fated, died in

the sah the streets