There were probably about three thousand men, all united and carried away by the same storm of indignation.

The strange details of the scene were not discernible amidst the shadows cast over the highway by the lofty slopes.

At five or six feet from the brushwood, however, where Miette and Silvere were sheltered, the left-hand embankment gave place to a little pathway which ran alongside the Viorne; and the moonlight, flowing through this gap, cast a broad band of radiance across the road.
When the first insurgents reached this patch of light they were suddenly illumined by a sharp white glow which revealed, with singular distinctness, every outline of visage or costume.

And as the various contingents swept on, the young people thus saw them emerge, fiercely and without cessation, from the surrounding darkness.
As the first men passed through the light Miette instinctively clung to Silvere, although she knew she was safe, even from observation.

She passed her arm round the young fellow's neck, resting her head against his shoulder.