They took counsel together: Dr.Pinel and the infamous jailers, who, under the name of keepers, held them in horrible captivity, were pounced upon and overcome in a twinkling.

The strait-waistcoats were taken off from the wretched captives languishing in the dungeons; the guardians were invested in these shameful garments, and with triumphant laughter plunged under the Douches.

The gates of the prison were flung open, and they marched forth in the blackness of the storm! ***** On the third day, the cannonading was observed to decrease; only a gun went off fitfully now and then.
***** On the fourth day, the Parisians said to one another, "Tiens! ils sont fatigues, les cannoniers des forts!"-- and why?
Because there was no more powder ?--Ay, truly, there WAS no more powder.
There was no more powder, no more guns, no more gunners, no more forts, no more nothing.

THE FORTS HAD BLOWN EACH OTHER UP.

The battle-roar ceased.