These poor creatures were dressed in clothes that had been begged, the rummage of wardrobes, for which the owners had no further use.

Then the queerness of their outfit was pathetic; the Little Sisters must have been at infinite trouble to utilize these leavings of charity; and the old children, recking little of fashion, plumed themselves with pride at being so fine.
Durtal followed to the cathedral.

When he reached the little square, the procession, caught by a gale of wind, was struggling and clinging to the banners, which bellied like the sails of a ship, carrying on the men who clutched the poles.

At last, more or less easily, all the people were swallowed up in the basilica.

The _Te Deum_ was pouring out in a torrent from the organ.