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Lamballe was Marie-Antoinette's longest-serving confidante and Superintendent of the Queen's Household. He succeeded no better than did the deputies of the National Assembly. The people made it a duty to purge the city of all criminals so that while they are away fighting the Austrians they need not fear an exodus from the prisons against the women and children.

There is no longer at the Chatelet anyone but the concierge. They have liberated the innocent and those imprisoned for debt. Twenty-four women also have been spared. Madame de Lamballe has lost her life. Madame la Princesse de Lamballe has been tortured most horribly for four hours. My pen refuses to write the details. They tore out her entrails with their teeth and afterwards gave her every possible restorative for two hours to resuscitate her that she might more fully realize the torture of death.

Retif de la Bretonne the novelist recounts what he saw on the streets during the September Massacres. I arose dazed with terror.

The night had not refreshed me, but had inflamed my blood. I went out. I listened, I was among those running to the scene of the disasters, for such was their expression. Passing in front of the Conciergerie I saw an assassin who they told me was a sailor from Marseilles, his wrist swollen from fatigue. I passed on. Before the Chatelet lay piles of dead.

I started to flee. Yet I followed the crowds. I reached the Rue Saint Antoine, at the end of the Rue des Ballets, just as a wretched victim, who had seen how they were killing his predecessor, instead of stopping overwhelmed on passing through the gate, started to run at full speed. A man who did not belong to the butchers, but who was one of those numberless unthinking machines, stopped him with his pike. The miserable wretch was attacked by pursuers and murdered.

The man who had stopped him said to us coldly, 'I did not know that they wanted to kill him. I saw two women come out; one whom I have since known through the interesting Sainte-Brice as lady-inwaiting to a former royal princess, a young person of sixteen years, Mademoiselle de Tourzel. There was a cessation of the murders: something was taking place within.

I flattered myself that all was over. At last I saw another woman come out she was as pale as her linen and was supported by a jailer. They shouted to her roughly, 'Cry Long live the Nation! They made her mount a pile of corpses.

One of the butchers seized the jailer and thrust him aside.