re day, and lie squatted
there!

The doomed Twelve do it; though with difficulty, with loss of road, with
peril, and the mistakes of a night. In Quimper are Girondin friends, who
perhaps will harbour the homeless, till a Bourdeaux ship weigh. Wayworn,
heartworn, in agony of suspense, till Quimper friendship get warning,
they lie there, squatted under the thick wet boscage; suspicious of the
face of man. Some pity to the brave; to the unhappy! Unhappiest of all
Legislators, O when ye packed your luggage, some score, or two-score
months ago; and mounted this or the other leathern vehicle, to
be Conscript Fathers of a regenerated France, and reap deathless
laurels,--did ye think your journey was to lead hither? The Quimper
Samaritans find them squatted; lift them up to help and comfort; will
hide them in sure places. Thence let them dissipate gradually; or there
they can lie quiet, and write Memoirs, till a Bourdeaux ship sail.

And thus, in Calvados all is dissipated; Romme is out of prison,
meditating his Calendar; ringleaders are locked in his room. At Caen
the Corday family mourns in silence; Buzot's House is a heap of dust
and demolition; and amid the rubbish sticks a Gallows, with this
inscription, Here dwelt the Traitor Buzot who conspired against the
Republic. Buzot and the other vanished Deputies are hors la loi, as we
saw; their lives free to take where they can be found. The worse fares
it with the poor Arrested visible Deputies at Paris. 'Arrestment at
home' threatens to become 'Confinement in the Luxembourg;' to end:
where? For example, what pale-visaged thin man is this, journeying
towards Switzerland as a Merchant of Neuchatel, whom they arrest in
the town of Moulins? To Revolutionary Committee he is suspect. To
Revolutionary Committee, on probing the matter, he is evidently: Deputy
Brissot! Back to thy Arrestment, poor Brissot; or indeed to strait
confinement,--whither others are fared to follow. Rabaut has built
himself a false-partition, in a friend's house; lives, in invisible
darkness, between two walls. It will end, this same Arrestment business,
in Prison, and the Revolutionary Tribunal.

Nor must we forget Duperret, and the seal put on his papers by reason of
Charlotte. One Paper is there, fit to breed woe enough: A secret solemn
Protest against that suprema dies of the Second of June! This Secret
Protest our poor Duperret had drawn up, the same week, in all plainness
of speech; waiting the time f