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They sat expectantly Goullin, the attorney, president of the committee, a frail, elegant valetudinarian, fierily eloquent; Grandmaison, the fencing-master, who once had been a gentleman, fierce of eye and inflamed of countenance; Minee, the sometime bishop, now departmental president; Pierre Chaux, the bankrupt merchant; the sans-culotte Forget, of the People's Society, an unclean, ill-kempt ruffian; and some thirty others called like these from every walk of life.
In the first one, called the Marat company, each of the sixty members swears, on joining it, to adopt Marat's principles and carry out Marat's doctrine. Goullin, one of the founders, demands in relation to each member, "Isn't there some one still more rascally? For we must have that sort to bring the aristocrats to reason!"
Laqueze, the porter of Le Bouffay, with whose food and wine those myrmidons of the committee had made so disgracefully free, came to assure him that he had all who were in the prison. "All?" cried Grandmaison, aghast. "But according to the list there should have been nearer two hundred." And he raised his voice to call: "Goullin! Hola, Goullin! Where the devil is Goullin?"
Mollified, Carrier grunted approval. "That is well said, Citizen Goullin. The fertilizer needed by the soil is blood the bad blood of aristocrats and federalists, and I can promise you, in the name of the august people, that it shall be abundantly provided." The assembly broke into applause, and his vanity melted to it.
"Here's a fine bathing-party!" he grumbled. "A rare hundred of these swine!" Goullin turned to Laqueze. "What have you done with the fifteen brigands I sent you this evening?" "But they only reached Nantes to-day," said Laqueze, who understood nothing of these extraordinary proceedings. "They have not yet been registered, not even examined."
"I asked you what you have done with them?" snapped Goullin. "They are upstairs." "Then fetch them. They are as good as any others." With these, and a dozen or so dragged from sick-beds, the total was made up to about a hundred and thirty.
This Marat Company, the police of the Revolutionary Committee, enrolled from the scourings of Nantes' sans-culottism, and captained by a ruffian named Fleury, had been called into being by Carrier himself with the assistance of Goullin. From these the Marats received their formal instructions. "Plague," Goullin informed them, "is raging in the gaols, and its ravages must be arrested.
In the chill December dawn of the next day the committee which had sat all night under the presidency of Goullin forwarded a list of some five hundred prisoners to General Boivin, the commandant of the city of Nantes, together with an order to collect them without a moment's delay, take them to L'Eperonniere, and there have them shot. But Boivin was a soldier, and a soldier is not a sans-culotte.
Accordingly, several members of the Committee themselves oversee executions and lend a hand in the massacres. One of these, Goullin, a creole from St.
Instead, you have waited until, of my own accord, I should come to tell you that your administration is ruining Nantes." Goullin, the eloquent and elegant Goullin, rose to soothe him: "Citizen Representative, we admit the truth of all that you have said. There has been a misunderstanding. We could not take it upon ourselves to summon the august representative of the Sacred People.
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