Meanwhile, the mob outside had prodigiously increased, and had begun to exhibit some disposition to riot. A swift frown brought the still dark brows together for a moment. Winifred, you are deceived in me. Nothing more forlorn could be conceived. She was in ill trim for walking, but somehow or other she made her way as far as the Champs Elysées, and sank down upon an empty seat. With a loud shout, and headed by a powerfully-built man, with a face as black as that of a mulatto, and armed with a cutlass, the rabble leapt over the barricades, and rushed towards the vehicle.
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