"It's too horrible! Turn back."
"After all," the cobbler answered, "that's what the aristocrats would like to do to us!"
"Aye, citoyen, you've hit it right!"
"And the women?"
"They'll leave them alone."
"We'll see."
About the convent a loose throng was churning, bristling with pikes and crudely fashioned spears.
"Keep together," the cobbler cried, "and bear toward the wall!"
By this manœuver they penetrated to the front, where, their band disintegrating, Geneviève and Nicole succeeded in reaching a position at a grill in the wall.