Chapter

 1     XXII|     very moment a pistol is fired.~ ~It is a signal, for instantly,
 2    XXIII|      Of four hundred shots, fired into a dense crowd of fifteen
 3    XXIII| nearly all the soldiers had fired in the air.~ ~But the duke
 4    XXIII|  not hear each moment shots fired at the laggards?~ ~But there
 5    XXIII|  him. Twenty shots had been fired, but not a ball had struck
 6     XXIV|  Look at my gun; I have not fired a shot from it; and my comrades
 7     XXIV|    from it; and my comrades fired only blank cartridges.”~ ~
 8      XXV|   peasants wounded. Our men fired in the air. You forget that
 9     XLII|    was armed with a gun; he fired——”~ ~The marquis paused,
10     XLII|  was Jean Lacheneur who had fired at the marquis then. She
11     LIII|  the prison, the troops had fired upon the prisoners, and
12      LIV|    revolver in his hand; he fired twice and the wretches fell.