There were even seen expressions of respect and grief in the countenances of a great many.

In this review of the Revolution, the people displayed themselves as very terrible, but did not identify themselves with assassins.

A certain order began to establish itself in the staircases and apartments: the crowd, pressed by the crowd, after having seen the king, and uttered threats against him, wandered into other apartments, and went triumphantly over this _palace of despotism_.
Legendre the butcher drove before him, in order to find room, these hordes of women and children accustomed to tremble at his voice.

He made signs that he desired to speak, and silence being established, the national guard separated a little in order to allow him to address the king.

"Monsieur!" he exclaimed, in a voice of thunder: the king, at this word, which was a degradation, made a movement of offended dignity; "yes, Sir," continued Legendre, with more emphasis on the word, "listen to us; you were made to listen to us! you are a traitor! you have deceived us always--you deceive us again; but beware! the measure is heaped up.