| Everyone marched their way to Foulon. They were all crowded into the Hall of Examination, where this mean, ugly old man was, or they overflowed into the nearby streets. |
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| This wasn’t the end of thei day’s bad work. The people of Saint Antoine danced and shouted so much that they were worked into a frenzy again when they heard that Fulon’s son-in-law, another enemy of the people, was coming to Paris guarded by five hundred cavalry alone. |
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| He was dragged, beaten, and choked by bunches of grass and straw that were shoved into his face by hundreds of hands. He was torn and bruised, panting and bleeding, and the whole time he was begging for mercy. his severed head was soon upon a pike with enough grass in its mouth for the people of Saint Antoine to dance in celebration. |
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