The victors judged it wise to leave this fresh corpse behind them in order to inspire the town with respect for the new-born Empire.

But the soldiers were now weary of killing; none offered himself for the fatal task.

The prisoners, thrown on the beams in the timber-yard as though on a camp bed, and bound together in pairs by the hands, listened and waited in a state of weary, resigned stupor.
[*] Though M.Zola has changed his place in his account of the insurrection, that account is strictly accurate in all its chief particulars.

What he says of the savagery both of the soldiers and of their officers is confirmed by all impartial historical writers .-- EDITOR.
At that moment the gendarme Rengade roughly opened a way for himself through the crowd of inquisitive idlers.

As soon as he heard that the troops had returned with several hundred insurgents, he had risen from bed, shivering with fever, and risking his life in the cold, dark December air.