A woman cried, 'Vive la Republique!' she was merely whipped by the soldiers.

But let us return to the boulevard.
"One of the passers-by, a bailiff, was struck by a ball aimed at his head; he fell on his hands and knees, imploring mercy! He received thirteen more balls in his body.

He survived: by a miraculous chance, not one of his wounds was mortal.

The ball which struck his head tore the skin, and made the circuit of his skull without fracturing it.
"An old man of eighty, being found concealed somewhere or other, was brought before the steps of _Le Prophete_, and shot: he fell.

'He will have no bump on his head,' said a soldier; the old man had fallen upon a heap of dead bodies.