fety, from which he withdrew, weary of being held in check, with
Couthon and Saint-Just, by a seditious majority? Behind that
impenetrable countenance what hopes are seething or what fears?"
But Maximilien smiled at the lad, in a gentle, kind voice asked him
several questions about his native valley, the humble home and parents
the poor child had left behind, tossed him a small piece of silver and
resumed his stroll. After taking a few steps, he turned round again to
call his dog; sniffing at the marmot, it was showing its teeth at the
little creature that bristled up in defiance.
"To heel, Brount!" he called, "to heel!"--and he plunged among the dark
trees.
Gamelin, out of respect, did not interrupt his lonely walk; but, as he
gazed after the slender form disappearing in the darkness, he mentally
addressed his hero in these impassioned words:
"I have seen thy sadness, Maximilien; I have understood thy thought. Thy
melancholy, thy fatigue, even the look of fear that stamps thy face,
everything says: 'Let the reign of terror end and that of fraternity
begin! Frenchmen, be united, be virtuous, be good and kind. Love ye one
another....' Well then, I will second your designs; that you, in your
wisdom and goodness, may be able to put an end to our civil discord, to
our fratricidal hate, turn the headsman into a gardener who will
henceforth cut off only the heads of cabbages and lettuces. I will pave
the way with my colleagues of the Tribunal that must lead to clemency by
exterminating conspirators and traitors. We will redouble our vigilance
and our severity. No culprit shall escape us. And when the head of the
last enemy of the Republic shall have fallen under the knife, then it
will be given thee to be merciful without committing a crime, then thou
canst inaugurate the reign of innocence and virtue in all the land, oh!
father of thy country!"
The Incorruptible was already almost out of sight. Two men in round hats
and nankeen breeches, one of whom, a tall, lean man of a wild, unkempt
aspect, had a blur on one eye and resembled Tallien, met him at the
corner of an avenue, looked at him askance and passed on, pretending not
to recognize him. When they had gone far enough to be out of hearing,
they muttered under their breath:
"So there he goes, the King, the Pope, the God. For he is God; and
Catherine Theot is his prophetess."
"Dictator, traitor, tyrant! the race of Brutus is not extinct."
"Tremble, malefact
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