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His home is here." But the monk failing to produce a certificate of citizenship, was put under arrest along with Brotteaux. As the procession filed past the porter's door, the citoyenne Remacle, leaning on her broom, looked at her lodger with the eyes of virtue beholding crime in the clutches of the law.
The same imaginative commonwealth invented a decimal chronology, and a new era, very handy and very clear; but the old week of seven days came back and replaced the week of ten days, and the Year of our Lord resumed the place of the Year of the Republic, as Monsieur and Madame returned victorious over Citoyen and Citoyenne.
He, and he alone, can save the imperilled Republic." The citoyenne Gamelin shook her head, paying no heed to the cockade that fell out of her cap at the gesture. "Have done, Évariste; your Marat is a man like another and no better than the rest. You are young and your head is full of fancies. What you say to-day of Marat, you said before of Mirabeau, of La Fayette, of Pétion, of Brissot."
"More brilliant than ever," answered she. "He is a great actor, Citoyenne." A shade of annoyance crossed her face. "Why do you always address me as Citoyenne?" she asked, with some testiness. He turned at last and looked at her a moment. "We live in a censorious world, Citoyenne," he answered gravely. She tossed her head with an exclamation of impatience. "We live in a free world, Citizen.
Now for all that he believed himself to have become above emotions where Mademoiselle de Bellecour was concerned, he felt his pulses quicken at the very thought that this might be she at last. "What manner of woman, Brutus?" he asked. "A pretty woman, Citizen," answered Brutus, with a grin. "It is the Citoyenne Deshaix." La Boulaye made an impatient gesture.
"Of course I can! Citizen Maurice, and the citoyenne, his amiable sister who is not to be passed over because you don't mention her, my honest man lives within ten minutes' walk of my house. A charming cottage, in a charming situation, inhabited by two charming people so quiet, so retiring, such excellent pay.
Two other artists were of the party, the engraver Desmahis, who drew well, and an almost unknown man, Philippe Dubois, an excellent designer in the style of Robert. According to custom, the citoyenne Élodie with her friend the citoyenne Hasard accompanied the artists.
The citoyenne Rochemaure caught sight of Gamelin on the jurors' bench. He had not answered her urgent letters and repeated messages; still she had not abandoned hope and threw him a look of supplication, trying to appear fascinating and pathetic for him. But the young juror's cold glance robbed her of any illusion she might have entertained.
Being now convinced he knew the facts, he resolved to question Élodie, though without letting her know the circumstances that had led him to discover the culprit. As he was climbing the stairs to his lodgings, he perceived even on the lower landings a stifling smell of fruit, and on reaching the studio, found Élodie helping the citoyenne Gamelin to make quince preserve.
As for her daughter Julie, at one time employed at a fashionable milliner's in the Rue Honoré, the best thing was not to know what had become of her, for it was ill saying the truth, that she had emigrated with an aristocrat. "Lord God!" sighed the citoyenne, showing her son a loaf baked of heavy dun-coloured dough, "bread is too dear for anything; the more reason it should be made of pure wheat!
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