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The released prisoner stepped out of a side door of the Conciergerie early on a September morning; she wore the pale nankeen dress with the white _soutache_ and the straw bonnet with the lilac-coloured ruffles, and ribbons which had become famous throughout Paris. As the door closed behind her she hesitated; a crowd of journalists, of curious strangers awaited her. They pressed round with suggestions, requests, half insolent, half inquisitive, wholly malicious.
What had she to say to the press? To these powerful papers who had led the hue and cry against her?