We walked a few steps together, when my foot slipped.

I clung to M.Bouillon.I looked at my feet.

I had walked into a large pool of blood.

M.Bouillon then informed me, that, being at his window, in the morning, he saw a druggist, whose shop he pointed out to me, shutting his door.

A woman fell; the druggist rushed forward to raise her; at the same moment, a soldier, ten paces off, aimed at him and lodged a bullet in his head.
Overcome with wrath, and forgetting his own danger, M.Bouillon exclaimed to the passers-by: "You will all bear witness to what has taken place."' "About eleven o'clock at night, when the fires of the bivouacs were everywhere lighted, M.Bonaparte allowed the troops to amuse themselves.