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"Here is something to make a fire with to-night."
Another resumed,--
"
Which way have they gone? They were at least thirty. Let us search the
houses."
We heard one raising objections to this,--
"
Nonsense! What do you want to do on a night like this? Enter the houses
of the 'middle classes' indeed! There is some waste ground over yonder.
They have taken refuge there."
"All the same," repeated the others, "let us search the houses."
At this moment a musket-shot was fired from the end of the street.
This shot saved us.
In fact, it was probably one of the two workmen who had fired in order
to draw off their attention from us.
"
That comes from over there," cried the soldiers, "They are over there!"
and all starting off at once in the direction from which the shot had
been fired, they left the barricade and ran down the street at the top
of their speed.
The last-maker and myself got up.
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