Of course, occasionally mixed in were a few faces whose language was crude, resembling those of bandits, saying: "Let's go rob!"
As the hearse rounded the Vendome Monument, someone noticed the die-hard Royalist representative, Duke Fitz-James, standing on a balcony with his hat on, and hurled several stones at him.
A rooster on one of the flagpoles was torn down and dragged through the mud. At the Saint-Martin Gate, a constitutional soldier was injured by a sword, and an officer from the 12th Light Cavalry shouted loudly: "I am a republican."
The students from the Polytechnic School, who had been ordered to stay on campus, suddenly appeared, and people shouted: "Long live the Republic!"
The aggressive crowd, like a river in flood, with the waves behind pushing those in front, merged with the funeral procession from the suburb of Saint-Antoine to the Bastille, stirring the atmosphere even more.
