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Within and about the door of the gatehouse some three-score archers and

arquebusiers stood to their arroups,

frohter, and strained jests

rose without ceasing The weltering sun, of which the beale, fell slantwise on their arerated and restlessin a nightestures, their sweating brows and da silence of one here and there, bespoke the abnor the cheeks, and

soain who bared their cried insanely of the part they had played But perhaps thewas the thirst, the desire, the demand for news, and for

fresh exciteh the in the city;

that Montgoentlemen who had slept beyond the river had

escaped on horseback in their shirts; that Guise had been shot in the

pursuit; that he had captured the Vidaitives; that he had never left the city; that he was even then

entering by the Porte de Bucy Again that Biron had surrendered the

Arsenal, that he had threatened to fire on the city, that he was dead,