human
says
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L'Abeille of the next morning. The human tempest fell upon it, and
human
says
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The Courier,
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gpt
Those who rush in are of all classes and colors continues
human
The Courier of next day; but
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No, no! says a survivor of to-day who was there and took part;
human
In a single hour everything movable disappeared or perished. The place was rifled of jewelry and plate; china was smashed; the very stair-balusters were pulled piece from piece; hangings, bedding and table linen were tossed into the streets; and the elegant furniture, bedsteads, wardrobes, buffets, tables, chairs, pictures,
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says the newspaper, were taken with pains to the third-story windows, hurled out and broken--
human
--upon the ground below. The very basements were emptied, and the floors, wainscots, and iron balconies damaged as far as at the moment they could be. The sudden southern nightfall descended, and torches danced in the streets and through the ruined house. The débris was gathered into hot bonfires, feather-beds were cut open, and the pavements covered with a thick snow of feathers. The night wore on, but the mob persisted. They mounted and battered the roof; they defaced the inner walls. Morning found them still at their senseless mischief, and they were