At length, a jolt more sever than the others announced to them that they had cleared the last watercourse.

Behind the carriage closed the last gate, that in the Rue St.Antoine.No more walls either on the right or the left; heaven everywhere, liberty everywhere, and life everywhere.

The horses, kept in check by a vigorous hand, went quietly as far as the middle of the faubourg.

There they began to trot.

Little by little, whether they were warming to their work, or whether they were urged, they gained in swiftness, and once past Bercy, the carriage seemed to fly, so great was the ardor of the coursers.