"Hurrah for War!" and a rain of lashes and blows fell upon the unarmed singers.

Marcelo saw the innocent student, the standard-bearer of peace, knocked down wrapped in his flag, by the merry kicks of the Zouaves.

Then he knew no more, since he had received various blows with a leather strap, and a knife thrust in his shoulder; he had to run the same as the others.
That day developed for the first time, his fiery, stubborn character, irritable before contradiction, even to the point of adopting the most extreme resolution.

"Down with War!" Since it was not possible for him to protest in any other way, he would leave the country.

The Emperor might arrange his affairs as best he could.