One blow that I received between the shoulders filled my mouth with blood.
"All this time those of the opposite party were coming nearer, and those with whom I was continued to yell at me to go on.

I went on until I met them.

I besought them to retire, even throwing myself at their feet.
But all persuasion was in vain; they swept me along with them, making me enter by the Carmelite Gate, where they took the flag from me and allowed me to enter the house of a woman whose name I have never known.

I was spitting such a quantity of blood that she took pity on me and brought me everything she could think of as likely to do me good, and as soon as I was a little revived I asked to be shown the way to M.Ponthier's." While Abbe de Belmont was carrying the red flag the militia forced the Town Councillors to proclaim martial law.

This had just been done when word was brought that the first red flag had been carried off, so M.
Ferrand de Missol got out another, and, followed by a considerable escort, took the same road as his colleague, Abbe de Belmont.