Goursac, gathering anger as he advanced, cried:
"Assassin of children! butcher of women! murderer! cutthroat! do you dare to show yourself in this assembly?"
Javogues's answer was lost in the clamor. From all quarters arrived the accusing question:
"La Correction? La Correction?"
"I was not at La Correction!" Javogues thundered above the tumult. "There is no blood of children on these arms."
"And of women?" Goursac caught up. "If you say those arms have not been stained with the blood of women, I tell you, you lie!"
Javogues snatched up his cutlass, but, changing his tactics, appealed to the assembly:
"Hear me!"
From all sides they cried angrily: