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Updated: June 21, 2025
"I was afraid that they would be found, and would be brought under the notice of the Citizen-Deputy." "A splendid combination, ma foi!" said Merlin, with an oath, as he turned to the two other women, who sat pale and shrinking in a corner of the room, not understanding what was going on, not knowing what to think or what to believe.
Incidents such as the one which Juliette had provoked, had led to rape and theft, often to murder, before now: but outside Citizen-Deputy Deroulede's house everything was quiet, half-an-hour after Juliette's escape from that howling, brutish crowd. He had merely spoken to them, for about twenty minutes, and they had gone away quite quietly, without even touching one hair of his head.
But as you were not there, and as my letters were urgent, I have been compelled to ride for the past six hours through that infernal deluge. Enfin, here you are, and here is my letter from the Citizen-deputy Maximilien Robespierre and here I'll rest me for the next six hours." Bidding the fellow by all means rest and refresh himself, La Boulaye broke the seal, and read the following: Dear Caron,
Even had her instinct not warned her, she would have guessed. One glance at the five men had sufficed to tell her: their attitude, their curt word of command, their air of authority as they crossed the hall everything revealed the purpose of their visit: a domiciliary search in the house of Citizen-Deputy Deroulede. Merlin's Law of the Suspect was in full operation.
He was so passionless, so master of himself, and he addressed her in a tone which, whilst it suggested that he accounted himself most fully her equal, made her feel that he was really her better by much. If one of these two was an aristocrat, surely that one was the Citizen-deputy La Boulaye. "If you had but the will you would do it, Monsieur," she answered him.
Her head seemed to be whirling round, the furniture to be dancing round her; the old lady's face looked at her through a swaying veil, and then and then... Tired Nature was having her way at last; she folded the quivering young body in her motherly arms, and wrapped the aching senses beneath her merciful mantle of unconsciousness. Citizen-Deputy.
He sat at his desk, chin resting on hand, staring before him with an expression of indifference, almost of boredom. Now, when Deroulede finished speaking, and the outburst of human enthusiasm had somewhat subsided, he rose slowly to his feet, and said quietly: "So you maintain, Citizen-Deputy, that the accused is a chaste and innocent girl, unjustly charged with immorality?"
All were at one in their desire to rid themselves of Deroulede, who by his clean living, his aloofness from their own hideous orgies and deadly hates, seemed a living reproach to them all; and they all felt that in Lenoir there must exist some secret dislike of the popular Citizen-Deputy, which would give him a clear insight of how best to bring about his downfall.
Then he resumed: "Then, Citizen Deroulede, what have you to say, why sentence should not be passed upon the accused?" "I have to say that the accused is innocent of every charge brought against her in your indictment," replied Deroulede firmly. "And how do you substantiate this statement, Citizen-Deputy?" queried Tinville, speaking with mock unctuousness. "Very simply, Citizen Tinville.
A few of them began hammering against the door with their fists; then they realised that their special favourite, Citizen-Deputy Deroulede, was marching along between two soldiers, as if he were a prisoner. The word went round that he was under arrest, and was being taken to the Hall of Justice a prisoner. This was not to be.
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