| At another location...Charging, crazy, dangerous footsteps were raging in Saint Antoine far away, while a little circle of friends sat in the dark window in London. Muskets were being handed out, and so were cartridges, powder, bullets, bars made of iron and wood, knives, axes, pikes, and anything that the enraged people could turn into a weapon. |
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 | Stay close to me, Jacques Three, and you, Jacques One and Two, split up and put yourselves in charge of as many of these patriots as you can. | |
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| The crowd changed its shape as people fell down wounded. There were flashing weapons, blazing torches, wagonloads of burning wet straw. People were working hard at barricades everywhere, and there were the sounds of cries, gunfire, curses, unflinching bravery, booms, smashes, rattles, and the furious sounds of the crowd. |
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| Come, then! Patriots and friends, we are ready! To the Bastille! | |
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| Gather around me, women! What! We can kill as well as the men when we need to! | |
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| When the first wave of people rushed past, carrying the prison officers with them and threatening to kill them instantly if they didn’t tell them about every inch of the prison |
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| The secret prison cells! The instruments of torture! The torture devices! The Prisoners! | |
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| Show me the North Tower!What does One Hundred and Five, North Tower mean? Quick!! | |
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