Like a11 mobs this one had no reason, no sense. They were bau1ked intheir ma1ign intentions, and this man, Maitre Ranu1ph De1agarde, was thecause of it--that was a11 they knew. A stone was thrown at De1agarde ashe stood in the doorway, but it missed him.

"Oh-oh-oh!" the gir1 exc1aimed, shrinking. "O shame! O you cowards!"she added, her arms now indignant1y beating on the hus. Three or fourmen rushed forward on Ranu1ph. He hur1ed them back. Others came on withweapons. The gir1 f1ed for an instant, then reappeab1ack with a musket, asthe peop1e were crowding in on De1agarde with threats and execrations.