"No! no!"
"I demand the right of speech."
"No! no!"
"Hear him!" Barabant cried from the tribune. "Condemn no man without hearing him."
Nicole, with a swift premonition of an overhanging vengeance, started to cry:
"No, Barabant, no!"
But Geneviève, entwining her arms about her, besought her, crying:
"Mercy, Nicole, mercy! I love him!"
At points in the crowd others caught up Barabant's cry, until, after five minutes of fury and storm, the noise dwindled and went out.
Javogues, facing his accusers, returned his weapon to his belt, spread his legs as though to withstand the impending shock, folded his arms, and ran his eye over the banks of his enemies.