"Till to-morrow, then!" "Till to-morrow!" The crowd was now wearily dispersing, to all appearance disappointed and ill at ease.

A few enthusiasts alone lingered in order to witness the departure of the van in which Salvat's corpse would soon be removed; while bands of prowlers and harlots, looking very wan in the daylight, whistled or called to one another with some last filthy expression before returning to their dens.

The headsman's assistants were hastily taking down the guillotine, and the square would soon be quite clear.
Pierre for his part wished to lead his brother away.

Since the fall of the knife, Guillaume had remained as if stunned, without once opening his lips.

In vain had Pierre tried to rouse him by pointing to the shutters of Mege's flat, which still remained closed, whereas every other window of the lofty house was wide open.