Section 106. THE DRAMA OF THE FRENCH REVOLUTION OF 1848. VI.
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Everybody is escaping at[1] the same moment. There is the King’s eldest son, pale and half-naked, throwing[2] aside his tinsel and putting on fustian, looking[3] less than a man in his fear, trembling with[4] emotion, and finally running[5] like a madman for[6] his life. There are your[7] ministers, of[8] European reputation and wisdom unapproachable, bounding[9] like antelopes, northwards[10], southwards, “anywhere, anywhere[11] out of the city”, which they and all the rest give up[12] to indiscriminate riot. And[13] now the crowning point of our first “tableau” is near. The (S. 107, N. 13) mob, masters[14] of Paris, are sacking the Tuileries. The choicest moveables[15] are broken to atoms; a group[16] takes[17] the places which Royalty filled a moment ago at the breakfast table; others are in the wine cellar drinking[18] themselves ten times drunk; others, again[19], are in the Queen’s apartments, defiling[20] that[21] domestic sanctuary. Outside the palace and on the top[22] of it a flag is waved[23] by[24] a dozen men, whose[25] shouts and shrieks invite hundreds, whom[26] you see crawling up with no earthly object but immediately to (S. 19, N. 7) slide down again.