nevertheless, not a moment was lost; not a moment! this foulon was at the hotel de ville, and might be loosed. never, if saint antoine knew his own sufferings, insults, and wrongs! armed men and women flocked out of the quarter so fast, and drew even these last dregs after them with such a force of suction, that within a quarter of an hour there was not a human creature in saint antoine's bosom but a few old crones and the wailing children.