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“If the Republic should demand of you the sacrifice of your child herself, you would have no duty but to sacrifice her. Listen to what is to follow. In the meanwhile, be silent!�� “If the Republic should demand of you the sacrifice of your child herself, you would have no duty but to sacrifice her. Listen to what is to follow. In the meanwhile, be silent!��
Frantic acclamations were again raised.

Once denounced,
and on such grave grounds as had just now been suggested to his mind,
he foresaw that the dreadful woman of whose unrelenting character he
had seen many proofs, would produce against him that fatal register,
and would quash his last chance of life. Besides that all secret men are
men soon terrified, here were surely cards enough of one black suit, to
justify the holder in growing rather livid as

He knew, as every
one employed as he was did, that he was never safe; that flight was im-
possible; that he was tied fast under the shadow of the axe; and that
in spite of his utmost tergiversation and treachery in furtherance of the
reigning terror, a word might bring it down upon him. Once denounced,
and on such grave grounds as had just now been suggested to his mind,
he foresaw that the dreadful woman of

Any one carried home by the people to-day, may be condemned tomor-
row.

looked for their names in lists of their own, turned them back,
or sent them on, or stopped them and laid them in hold, as their capri-
cious judgment or fancy deemed best for the dawning Republic One and
Indivisible, of Liberty, Equality, Fraternity, or Death.

Partly on this account, and partly
to avoid a domestic spy, they kept no servant;

“Emigrants have no rights, Evremonde,�� was the stolid reply.

Charles Evremonde, called Darnay, was accused by the public pros-
ecutor as an emigrant, whose life was forfeit to the Republic, under the
decree which banished all emigrants on pain of Death. It was nothing
that the decree bore date since his return to France. There he was, and
there was the decree; he had been taken in France, and his head was
demanded.
“Take off his head!�� cried the audience. “An enemy to th

Liberty, Equality, Fraternity or death. The last much the easiest to bestow, O Guillotine

Bestowing a word of promise here and a smile there, a whisper on one happy slave and a wave of the hand on another, Monseigneur affably passed through his rooms to the remote region of the Circumference of Truth. There, Monseigneur turned, and came back again, and so in due course of time got himself shut up in his sanctuary by the chocolate sprites, and was seen no more.