And then they would turn and run back again, making dancing movements round one another and jostling one another.

The guns had ceased; and instead, it sounded as if all the babies in the world were playing with their rattles.

Suddenly Madame Lelanne reappeared out of the dust, and seizing Joan, dragged her through a dark opening and down a flight of steps, and then left her.

She was in a great vaulted cellar.

A faint light crept in through a grated window at the other end.