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disappeared.
This face re-entered the gloom; the match had just gone out.
We went away in silence. After walking about twenty paces, the
last-maker, as though talking to himself, said in a whisper, "Don't know
him."
We still pushed forward. From the cellars to the roofs, from the
ground-floors to the garrets, there was not a light in the house. We
appeared to be groping in an immense tomb.
A man's voice, firm and sonorous, suddenly issued out of the darkness,
and shouted to us, "Who goes there?"
"Ah, there they are!" said the last-maker, and he uttered a peculiar
whistle.
"Come on," resumed the voice.
It was another barricade. This one, a little higher than the first, and
separated from it by a distance of about a hundred paces, was, as far as
could be seen, constructed of barrels filled with paving-stones. On the
top could be seen the wheels of a truck entangled between the barrels;
planks and beams were intermingled. A passage had been contrived still
narrower than the gangway of the other barricade.
"Citizens," said the last-maker, as he went into the barricade, "how
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