“It is he,” cried Livarot.
“His wrist is cut.”
“He has two balls in his breast.”
“He is full of wounds.”
“Ah! poor Bussy! we will have vengeance!”
Turning round they came against a second corpse.
“Monsoreau!” cried Livarot.
“What! Monsoreau also.”
“Yes, pierced through and through.”
“Ah! they have assassinated all our friends.”