said, "They are fighting in the direction of the Rue de Cléry." Leaving

the streets in course of demolition, we went round the markets, not

without risk of falling into the hands of the patrols, by a number of

zigzags, and from one little street to another little street. We reached

the Rue Saint Honoré.

At the corner of the Rue de l'Arbre Sec the last-maker and I separated,

"For in truth," said he to me, "two run more danger than one." And I

regained No. 19, Rue Richelieu.

While crossing the rue des Bourdonnais we had noticed the bivouac of the

Place Saint Eustache. The troops who had been dispatched for the attack

had not yet come back. Only a few companies were guarding it. We could

hear shouts of laughter. The soldiers were warming themselves at large

fires lighted here and there. In the fire which was nearest to us we

could distinguish in the middle of the brazier the wheels of the

vehicles which had served for the barricades. Of some there only

remained a great hoop of red-hot iron.

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27] We may now, after twenty-six years, give the name of this loyal

and courageous man. His name was Galoy (and not Galloix, as certain

historians of the coup d'état have printed it while recounting, after

their fashion, the incidents which we are about to read).

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