Guillaume pointed to him in silence.

Then, a few steps farther on, Pierre in his turn pointed to a ragged girl, crouching, asleep with open month, in the corner of a doorway.

There was no need for the brothers to express in words all the compassion and anger which stirred their hearts.

At long intervals policemen, walking slowly two by two, shook the poor wretches and compelled them to rise and walk on and on.

Occasionally, if they found them suspicious or refractory, they marched them off to the police-station.