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Updated: June 11, 2025
There are plenty of musicians, but there are no clarionets." By the side of the wooden paling could be seen a little, narrow and low door, which looked more like the door of a stall than the door of a shop. The shop to which this door belonged was hermetically sealed. The door seemed to be equally closed. The last-maker went up to it and pushed it gently. It was open. "Let us go in," he said.
"Citizens," said the last-maker, as he went into the barricade, "how many of you are there here?" The voice which had shouted, "Who goes there?" answered, "There are two of us." "Is that all?" "That is all." They were in truth two, two men who alone during that night, in that solitary street, behind that heap of paving-stones, awaited the onslaught of a regiment.
Nevertheless the last-maker walked on as much at his ease as in broad daylight, and like a man who is going straight to his destination. Once he turned round to me, and said to me, "The whole of this quarter is barricaded; and if, as I hope, our friends come down, I will answer that they will hold it for a long time." Suddenly he stopped. "Here is one," said he.
Isabella's maid bespoke a pair immediately, and sent Mary a piece of pretty calico for the outside. The last-maker made a last for her, and over this Mary sewed the calico vamps tight. Her brother advised her to try platted packthread instead of hemp for the soles; and she found that this looked more neat than the hemp soles, and was likely to last longer.
"It is the ambulance," said the last-maker. The old woman turned her head, and seeing us, shuddered convulsively, and then, reassured probably by the blouse of the last-maker, she got up and came towards us. The last-maker whispered a few words in her ear. She answered, "I have seen nobody." Then she added, "But what makes me uneasy is that my husband has not yet come back.
In the meantime the explosions continued, and seemed to come nearer. A noise sounded in the shop. It was the last-maker who was coming back. He appeared on the threshold of the ambulance. He was pale. "Here I am," said he, "I have come to fetch you. We must go home. Let us be off at once." I arose from the chair where I had seated myself. "What does this mean? Will they not come?"
After walking about twenty paces, the last-maker, as though talking to himself, said in a whisper, "Don't know him." We still pushed forward. From the cellars to the roofs, from the ground-floors to the garrets, there was not a light in the house. We appeared to be groping in an immense tomb.
Several balls struck the paling of the ambulance, but they were too obliquely aimed, and none pierced it. We heard the glass of several broken windows falling noisily into the street. "There is no longer time," said the last-maker calmly; "the barricade is attacked." He took a chair and sat down. The two workmen were evidently excellent marksmen.
Some inhabitants had obeyed the order to light up their windows, and four or five lighted candles here and there flickered in the wind upon the sills of the windows. The street was no longer completely dark. "There is no one about now," said the last-maker; "but let us make haste, for they will probably come back."
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