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"
Yes
,
here
they
are
,
the
traitors
,
the
murderers
,
the
assassins
!
"
answered
the
men
who
were
running
after
the
carriage
to
the
people
who
were
coming
to
meet
it
.
The
former
carried
in
their
arms
the
bruised
body
of
one
of
their
companions
,
who
,
trying
to
seize
the
reins
of
the
horses
,
had
been
trodden
down
by
them
.
This
was
the
object
over
which
the
two
brothers
had
felt
their
carriage
pass
.
The
coachman
stopped
,
but
,
however
strongly
his
master
urged
him
,
he
refused
to
get
off
and
save
himself
.
In
an
instant
the
carriage
was
hemmed
in
between
those
who
followed
and
those
who
met
it
.
It
rose
above
the
mass
of
moving
heads
like
a
floating
island
.
But
in
another
instant
it
came
to
a
dead
stop
.
A
blacksmith
had
with
his
hammer
struck
down
one
of
the
horses
,
which
fell
in
the
traces
.
At
this
moment
,
the
shutter
of
a
window
opened
,
and
disclosed
the
sallow
face
and
the
dark
eyes
of
the
young
man
,
who
with
intense
interest
watched
the
scene
which
was
preparing
.
Behind
him
appeared
the
head
of
the
officer
,
almost
as
pale
as
himself
.
"
Good
heavens
,
Monseigneur
,
what
is
going
on
there
?
"
whispered
the
officer
.
"
Something
very
terrible
,
to
a
certainty
,
"
replied
the
other
.
"
Do
n't
you
see
,
Monseigneur
,
they
are
dragging
the
Grand
Pensionary
from
the
carriage
,
they
strike
him
,
they
tear
him
to
pieces
!
"
"
Indeed
,
these
people
must
certainly
be
prompted
by
a
most
violent
indignation
,
"
said
the
young
man
,
with
the
same
impassible
tone
which
he
had
preserved
all
along
.
"
And
here
is
Cornelius
,
whom
they
now
likewise
drag
out
of
the
carriage
,
--
Cornelius
,
who
is
already
quite
broken
and
mangled
by
the
torture
.
