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They have a guillotine with them, and the commissioner of the executive power, Milliere." "Are you sure?" "I met them on the road. The commissioner was riding near the colonel, and I recognized him perfectly. He executed my brother, and I have sworn he shall die by my own hand." "And you'll risk your life to keep your oath?" "At the first opportunity." "Perhaps it won't be long coming."
The boat flew to pieces; the man clung to the rock, and all the people cried out: 'He is lost! His father was there, his two brothers were there, but none dared to succor him. I raised my arms to the Lord and said: 'If Milliere is condemned by Thee as by me, O God, let me save that man; with no help but thine let me save him! I stripped, I knotted a rope around my arm, and I swam to the rock.
The men of the Commune may have been mistaken, but their motives were lofty; and Millière, falling dead on the Church steps before the Versailles bullets, with the cry of Vive l'Humanité on his lips, was as noble a hero as any crucified Galilean who questioned why his God had forsaken him.
I thought that Milliere was at Nantes. To-night they came and told me that Milliere and his guillotine were at La Roche-Bernard. Then I said: 'God has brought him to me; he shall die." Roland listened with a certain respect to the superstitious narrative of the Breton leader.
Some Democratic writers came in, amongst whom were Alexander Rey and Xavier Durrieu, with Kesler, Villiers, and Amable Lemaître of the Révolution; one of these writers was Millière.
From the day of the rising in Vendee and Brittany, now six years ago, Milliere has been, always and everywhere, the most active agent of the Terror. For him the Terror did not end with Robespierre.
"Oh!" said Georges, "I do not trouble myself about that; he will be executed." One of the two men who had brought in the supper table now entered the room. "Brise-Bleu," said Cadoudal, "tell Coeur-de-Roi that I wish to speak to him." Two minutes later the Breton presented himself. "Coeur-de-Roi," said Cadoudal, "did you not tell me that the murderer Thomas Milliere was at Roche-Bernard?"
Baudin showed him the copy which he had just made. Millière went up to him. "You do not know me," said he; "my name is Millière; but I know you, you are Baudin." Baudin held out his hand to him. I was present at the handshaking between these two spectres. Xavier Durrieu, who was editor of the Révolution made the same offer as Millière.
There were barricades everywhere, which compelled us to make a long detour. Crowd at the cemetery. In the crowd I recognised Rostan and Milliere, who was pale and greatly moved, and who saluted me. Between a couple of tombs a big hand was stretched towards me and a voice exclaimed: "I am Courbet." At the same time I saw an energetical and cordial face which was smiling at me with tear-dimmed eyes.
A young man, editor of the provincial Republican journal, came out of the crowd, and declared that, if they would give him a copy at once, before two hours should elapse the Proclamation should be posted at all the street corners in Paris. I asked him, "What is your name?" He answered me, "Millière." Millière.
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