In Orleans, all.

In Tours this man's sister; at Saumur that man's son.

Through France the word had gone forth that the Huguenots must die; and in the busy town the same roof-tree sheltered fear and hate, rage and cupidity.

On one side of the party- wall murder lurked fierce-eyed; on the other, the victim lay watching the latch, and shaking at a step.

Strong men tasted the bitterness of death, and women clasping their babes to their breasts smiled sickly into children's eyes.
The signal only was lacking.