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WHO TOUCHES TAVANNES ?.
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In saying that the storm was rising Count Hannibal had said no more than the truth.

A new mob had a minute before burst from the eastward into the Rue St.Honore; and the roar of its thousand voices swelled louder than the importunate clangour of the bells.

Behind its moving masses the dawn of a new day--Sunday, the 24th of August, the feast of St.
Bartholomew--was breaking over the Bastille, as if to aid the crowd in its cruel work.

The gabled streets, the lanes, and gothic courts, the stifling wynds, where the work awaited the workers, still lay in twilight; still the gleam of the torches, falling on the house-fronts, heralded the coming of the crowd.