It was another barricade.

A passage had been contrived still narrower than the gangway of the other barricade.

"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.

He declared that he could not understand it, that the men from the societies ought to have arrived already, that instead of two men in the barricade there should be twenty, that instead of two barricades in the street there should have been ten, and that something must have happened; he added, "However, I will go and see; promise to wait for me here.

As I threw back the paper on the table one of the two defenders of the barricade entered.

The fugitives of the boulevard streamed in their direction, but when they perceived the barricade they turned back.

He thought also of raising an advanced barricade in one of the little neighboring streets.

The barrels, however, were empty, only one contained any paving-stones, and the barricade could not have been held for two minutes.

As they left this barricade they were assailed by a sharp discharge of musketry.

There were scarcely thirty in the barricade itself.

"No," said he, "I do not understand the tactics of barricade fighting.

This knot of barricade, this labyrinth of streets, embattled like a redoubt, was the last citadel of the People and of Right.

At this word a sort of electric shudder ensued which was felt from one barricade to the other.

At this moment from the opposite barricade a voice shouted to him, "Go home, then!"

the combatants behind the barricade asked each other.

The barricade did not hold out for two minutes.

One of the survivors told the writer of these lines, "The barricade defended itself very badly, but the men died very well.

His wounds having been attended to, they came back to the barricade.

He was a combatant who had left the barricade.

He said to them in a scarcely audible voice, "The barricade is taken, save yourselves.

Jeanty Sarre re-entered the barricade, fired a last shot and went away.

Nothing could be more frightful than the interior of the captured barricade.

There, stretched out amongst the corpses, in the middle of the barricade, with his hair in the gutter, was seen the all-but namesake of Charpentier, Carpentier, the delegate of the committee of the Tenth Arrondissement, who had been killed, and had fallen backwards, with two balls in his breast.

I believe you, Marie...." Charpentier's note-book only contained this line, which he had written in the darkness at the foot of the barricade while Denis Dussoubs was speaking: Admonet et magna testatur voce per umbras.

The barricade of the Rue Montorgueil was one of those which held out the longest.