the third of September, 1792, about eleven o'clock in the morning
One person declared that he saw them making their escape . This uncertainty was more horrible to Coursegol than the poignant reality before his eyes . He flung himself down upon the seared turf , and there , gloomy , motionless , a prey to the most frightful despair , he wept bitterly . On the third of September , 1792 , about eleven o'clock in the morning , a tall , stalwart man , with an energetic face and sunburned hands , and accompanied by a young woman , might have been seen approaching the Barriere du Trone . Both were clad in the garb worn by the peasantry of southern France . The young woman wore the costume of a Provençale peasant girl , and carried upon her arm a short , dark cloak , which she used as a protection against the cool night air , but which she did not require now in the heat of the day . The man wore a suit of black fustian , a foxskin cap , blue stockings and heavy shoes .