The treasurer of a company, whose offices are on Rue de la Banque, left at two o'clock to collect a note on Rue Bergere, returned with the money, and was killed on the boulevard.

When his body was removed, he had neither ring, nor watch, nor the money he was taking to his office.
"On the pretence that shots had been fired at the troops, the latter entered ten or twelve houses, at random, and despatched with their bayonets every one they found.

In all the houses on the boulevard, there are metal pipes by which the dirty water runs out into the gutter.

The soldiers, with no idea why it was so, conceived a feeling of mistrust or hatred for such and such a house, closed from top to bottom, mute and gloomy, and like all the houses on the boulevard, seeming uninhabited, so silent was it.

They knocked at the door; the door opened, and they entered.