However, as he raised his eyes to avoid him, he perceived Justin's head just above the wall, at the very spot where Miette had been wont to leap over.
Justin had been at the Porte de Rome, among the crowd, when the gendarme had led the prisoners away.

He had set off as fast as he could by way of the Jas-Meiffren, in his eagerness to witness the execution.

The thought that he alone, of all the Faubourg scamps, would view the tragedy at his ease, as from a balcony, made him run so quickly that he twice fell down.

And in spite of his wild chase, he arrived too late to witness the first shot.

He climbed the mulberry tree in despair; but he smiled when he saw that Silvere still remained.