We were proceeding as rapidly as possible past the current of excited people, when, unquestionably, a deadly fire opened from a small turning on the left.
Suddenly, I turned to the left, to see who had struck me; for I felt that a blow had been aimed at my shoulder which had nearly sent me off my feet.
As I turned, no man faced me, and I was wondering where the blow came from; when, as suddenly and unexpectedly as I received the blow, I felt sick and weak.
It was a woman who screamed, “Blood!”
She pointed to the ground.
As though looking through a mist, I followed the direction of her pointing finger.
There was blood upon the ground.
All this had passed in a space not longer than six moments.
“Citizen” said the voice of St. Just, “you are wounded; the ball, however, was meant for me.”