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Updated: May 5, 2025
Never for a moment did she doubt Juliette's guilt. The god of love may be blind, tradidion has so decreed it, but the demon of jealousy has a hundred eyes, more keen than those of the lynx. Anne Mie, pushed aside by Merlin's men when they forced their way into Deroulede's study, had, nevertheless, followed them to the door.
She tried to read his thoughts, but in the dark passage, only dimly lighted by the candles in Deroulede's room beyond, she could not see the expression of his face, but the hand which held hers was warm and tender. She felt herself pitied, and blushed at the thought. With a hasty good-night she fled down the passage, and locked herself in her room, alone with her own thoughts at last.
Since her son was in danger, she cared little as to whence that danger had come. Obedient to Deroulede's wish, Anne Mie was attending to the old lady's comforts. The poor, crippled girl was already feeling the terrible reaction of her deed. In her childish mind she had planned this way, in which to bring the traitor to shame.
The work of the Committee of Public Safety was done without much delay. Then began Deroulede's weary quest through those twelve prisons of Paris. From the Temple to the Conciergerie, from Palais Conde to the Luxembourg, he spent hours in the fruitless search. Everywhere the same shrug of the shoulders, the same indifferent reply to his eager query: "Juliette Marny? Inconnue." Unknown!
Intense excitement, which found vent in loud applause, greeted Deroulede's statement. "Ca ira! ca ira! vas-y Deroulede!" came from the crowded benches round; and men, women, and children, wearied with the monotony of the past proceedings, settled themselves down for a quarter of an hour's keen enjoyment. If Deroulede had anything to do with it, the trial was sure to end in excitement.
Rumours of all kinds were in circulation, and once again in M. Zola's mind did despondency alternate with hopefulness. I must say, however, that he was not particularly impressed by Paul Deroulede's attempt to induce General Roget to march on the Elysee.
Obviously it contained Deroulede's papers, the plans for Marie Antoinette's escape, the passports of which he had spoken the day before to his friend, Sir Percy Blakeney the proofs, in fact, which she had offered to the representatives of the people, in support of her denunciation of the Citizen-Deputy. After his request he had said nothing more.
In that one fraction of a second, whilst those six words were spoken, Deroulede's eyes wandered swiftly towards the heavy letter-case, which now held his condemnation, and a wild, mad thought the mere animal desire to escape from danger surged up in his brain.
The hall was now deserted; from the left wing of the house, on the floor above, the heavy footsteps of the soldiers and Merlin's occasional brutish laugh could be distinctly heard. Juliette listened for a moment, trying to understand what was happening. Yes; they had all gone to Deroulede's bedroom, which was on the extreme left, at the end of the first-floor landing.
She provoked the mob of the street, wilfully, just at the very moment when she reached M. Deroulede's door. She meant to appeal to his chivalry, and called for help, well knowing that he would respond." She spoke rapidly and excitedly now, throwing off all shyness and reserve.
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