The block--it may have run for seventy or eighty yards along the shore--contained four houses, each with a door opening on to the lower gallery.

I saw indeed that but for the Vidame's precautions Louis might well have escaped.

Had the mob once poured helter-skelter into that labyrinth of rooms and passages he might with luck have mingled with them, unheeded and unrecognized, and effected his escape when they retreated.
But now there were sentries on each gallery and more on the roof.
Whenever one of the latter moved or seemed to be looking inward--where a search party, I understood, were at work--indeed, if he did but turn his head, a thrill ran through the crowd and a murmur arose, which once or twice swelled to a savage roar such as earlier had made me tremble.
When this happened the impulse came, it seemed to me, from the farther end of the line.

There the rougher elements were collected, and there I more than once saw Bezers' troopers in conflict with the mob.

In that quarter too a savage chant was presently struck up, the whole gathering joining in and yelling with an indescribably appalling effect: "Hau! Hau! Huguenots! Faites place aux Papegots!" in derision of the old song said to be popular amongst the Protestants.
But in the Huguenot version the last words were of course transposed.
We had worked our way by this time to the front of the line, and looking into one another's eyes, mutely asked a question; but not even Croisette had an answer ready.