about two
o’clock
she said in a friendly way . Florent meanwhile glanced towards the Rue Montorgueil . It was there that a body of police officers had arrested him on the night of December 4 . -LSB- * -RSB- He had been walking along the Boulevard Montmartre at about two o'clock , quietly making his way through the crowd , and smiling at the number of soldiers that the Elysee had sent into the streets to awe the people , when the military suddenly began making a clean sweep of the thoroughfare , shooting folks down at close range during a quarter of an hour . Jostled and knocked to the ground , Florent fell at the corner of the Rue Vivienne and knew nothing further of what happened , for the panic-stricken crowd , in their wild terror of being shot , trampled over his body . Presently , hearing everything quiet , he made an attempt to rise ; but across him there lay a young woman in a pink bonnet , whose shawl had slipped aside , allowing her chemisette , pleated in little tucks , to be seen . Two bullets had pierced the upper part of her bosom ; and when Florent gently removed the poor creature to free his legs , two streamlets of blood oozed from her wounds on to his hands .