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Updated: May 16, 2025
If you love me, never speak my name; eternal silence is best." A child of eight or nine, trundling its hoop, ran just then between Gamelin's legs. He lifted the boy suddenly in his arms: "Child, you will grow up free, happy, and you will owe it to the infamous Gamelin. I am ferocious, that you may be happy.
"Citoyen Blaise, I have still two or three drawings of Gamelin's by me, which you gave me to engrave. Is it urgent?" "Not a bit." "By-the-bye, about Gamelin; yesterday, strolling in the Boulevard du Temple, I saw at a dealer's, who keeps a second-hand stall opposite the House of Beaumarchais, all that poor devil's canvases, amongst the rest his Orestes and Electra.
At last, in answer to the citoyenne Gamelin's look of amazement: "Don't you know your daughter?" The old dame clasped her hands: "Julie!... It is you.... Good God! is it possible?..." "Why, yes, it is I. Kiss me, mother." The citoyenne Gamelin pressed her daughter to her bosom, and dropped a tear on the collar of the box-coat. Then she began again in an anxious voice: "You, in Paris!..."
The citoyen Brotteaux showed the young magistrate an interest mingled with surprise and a reluctant deference. His views were the same as the widow Gamelin's as to the continuity of justice under successive governments; but, in flat contradiction to that good lady's attitude, his scorn for the Revolutionary Tribunals was on a par with his contempt for the courts of the ancien régime.
One of them told him cynically: "There are services that cannot well be refused between colleagues." The verdict of death was recorded by a majority of one. The condemned man heard his sentence with a quiet smile. His eyes, which had been gazing unconcernedly about the hall, as they fell on Gamelin's face, took on an expression of unspeakable contempt. No one applauded the decision of the court.
Julie's lover, pale-faced and emaciated by long confinement and his features showing coarser in the glare of light that flooded the hall, still retained traces of his old grace and proud bearing. His eyes met Gamelin's and filled with scorn.
The President read out in tones of emotion the verdict releasing the prisoner; the audience broke into applause. The gendarme who had brought Guillergues in threw himself into his arms. The President called him to the daïs and gave him the embrace of brotherhood. The jurors kissed him, while Gamelin's eyes rained hot tears.
When Gamelin's turn came, he rose and said: "In presence of a crime so heinous as that of robbing the defenders of the fatherland of the sinews of victory, we need formal proofs which we have not got." By a majority of votes the accused was declared not guilty.
The words produced the effect she had calculated on. Gamelin's eyes softened. He asked: "Who was your seducer? Is he a man I know?" "You do not know him." "Tell me his name." She had foreseen the question and was firmly resolved not to answer it. She gave her reasons: "Spare me, I beseech you. For your peace of mind as for my own, I have already said too much."
Well, good citizens must show double zeal and courage, must rouse the people from its apathy, bidding it choose between liberty and death. Such were Gamelin's thoughts, and the memory of Élodie was a spur to his confidence.
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