'Cry "Long live the king!" shouted the mob.

'No,' she replied.

'To Napoleon I owe my daily bread; long live Napoleon!' A bayonet-thrust in the abdomen was the answer.

'Villains!' said she, covering the wound with her hand to keep back the protruding entrails.

'Long live Napoleon!' A push sent her into the water; she sank, but rose again to the surface, and waving her hand, she cried for the last time, 'Long live Napoleon!' a bullet shot putting an end to her life.
"Several of the townspeople had met with shocking deaths.