block of massive buildings had overawed them with its peaceful strength, perhaps the dripping rain and oozing clay had damped their desire for an immediate storming of the grim citadel; perhaps it was merely the human characteristic of a wish for something new, something unexpected.
Be that as it may, the cry was certainly taken up with marvellous, quick-change rapidity.
"The prisoners have escaped! The prisoners have escaped!"
Some were for proceeding with the storming of the Temple, but they were in the minority. All along, the crowd had been more inclined for private revenge than for martial deeds of valour; the Bastille had been taken by daylight; the effort might not have been so successful on a pitch-black night such as this, when one could not see one's hand before one's eyes, and the drizzling rain went through to the marrow.
"They've got through one of the barriers by now!" suggested the same voice from out the darkness.
"The barriers—the barriers!" came in sheep-like echo from the crowd.
The little group of fugitives and their friends tightened their hold on one another.
They had understood at last.
"It is for us to see that the crowd does
