There was a rattle of guns; the soldiers were presenting arms.

The martial instruments delivered the triumphal salute due to the presence of the head of a state, a general, a flag-raising....

It was an homage to Justice, majestic and severe,--a hymn to Patriotism, implacable in defense.
Recalling the white woman with deep bosom and hollow eyes that she had seen over the head of the President of the Council, the spy for a moment recognized that all this was in her honor; but afterwards, she wished to believe that the triumphal reception was for herself....

She was marching between guns, accompanied by bugle-call and drum-beat, like a queen.
To her defender, she appeared taller than ever.

She seemed to have grown a palm higher because of her intense, emotional uplift.