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At that time the Commune had as procureur a man of virtue, the citoyen Chaumette who regarded the ladies of pleasure as the direct foes of the Republic and harassed them unmercifully in his efforts to regenerate the Nation's morals. To tell the truth, the young ladies of the Palais-Égalité were no great patriots. They regretted the old state of things and did not always conceal the fact.
This imprudent action did not pass unobserved: it was seen by one of the spies of Citoyen Tracassier, a man who, under the pretence of zeal pour la chose publique, gratified without scruple his private resentments and his malevolent passions. In his former character of an abbe, and a man of wit, he had gained admittance into Madame de Fleury's society.
The capture of the audacious plotter would be the finest leaf in Citoyen Chauvelin's wreath of glory. Caught, red-handed, on the spot, in the very act of aiding and abetting the traitors against the Republic of France, the Englishman could claim no protection from his own country. Chauvelin had, in any case, fully made up his mind that all intervention should come too late.
"Citoyens," he began, in a weak, breathless voice that yet had a strangely penetrating quality, "we cannot suspect the Revolutionary Tribunal without at the same time suspecting the Convention and the Committee of Public Safety from which it derives its powers. The citoyen Beauvisage has alarmed us, showing us the President Montané tampering with the course of justice in favour of a culprit.
She broke off her meditations, and the needle stopped at the same moment. "Citoyen Évariste," she said, "I shall not care for the scarf, unless you like it too. Draw me a pattern, please. Meanwhile, I will copy Penelope and unravel what I have done in your absence." He answered in a tone of sombre enthusiasm: "I promise you I will, citoyenne.
He had hardly sat down to dinner, before his cook announced the arrival of the citoyen and citoyenne Brazier. "Sit down," said the doctor to the uncle and niece. Flore and her guardian, still barefooted, looked round the doctor's dining-room with wondering eyes; never having seen its like before.
When, presently, the young girl awoke, with a delicious feeling of rest and well-being, she had plenty of leisure to think. So, then, this was his house! She was actually a guest, a rescued protege, beneath the roof of Citoyen Deroulede.
"Va, citoyen," said one fugitive, an officer-popularly elected, because he was the loudest brawler in the club of the Salle Favre, we have seen him before Charles, the brother of Armand Monnier; "men can't fight when they despise their generals. It is our generals who are poltroons and fools both." "Carry my answer to the ghosts of cowards," cried De Mauldon, and shot the man dead.
"I unmasked him, on this very spot, when his sanguinary instincts were still held in check. He never forgave me.... Oh! he was a choice blackguard." "Poor fellow! he was sincere enough. It was the fanatics were his ruin." "You don't defend him, I presume, Desmahis!... There's no defending him." "No, citoyen Blaise, there's no defending him."
This was met by placing the scenes of the new operas in Italy, Portugal, etc. anywhere but in France, where it was indispensable from a political point of view, but impossible from the poetic and musical, to make lovers address each other as citoyen, citoyenne.
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