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"He is doting, quite doting, I see," and he turned round to his brother officers, as though appealing to them to corroborate his opinion. "Either that, or else he must be very fond of Mademoiselle Guillotine," said one of them. "Well, now, old gentleman, answer me this question," said Santerre, "do you want to die this evening?"
Sir Roger was Count of Chauchigny, in Champagne; Seigneur of Santerre, Villacerf and autre lieux. But the great die as well as the humble; and nothing remained of brave Roger now, but his coffin and his deathless soul.
My prayers were of no avail; you shall find that my sword is more powerful. When last I sought you, it was as a suppliant, I now come for you as a conqueror. Come, Agatha, you are now mine. All the powers of earth shall not rescue you from my arms." "You appear to me, Sir, to come as a traitor," said Agatha. "A good republican, my dear," said Santerre: "he comes as a good republican."
Some of these men were disaffected, like Marat and Hébert; others, like Barbaroux, Sillery, Laclos, and Carra, were impatient malcontents; and others, like Santerre, were but citizens, whose love of liberty became fanaticism. The conspirators concerted together, and disciplined and organised the city.
Denot blushed at the heavy accusation against himself which these words conveyed; but he made no answer. "And this old man, my friend?" said Santerre, "this ancient cripple that you tell me of? he is too old, too infirm, I suppose, to care much about this revolt?" "Not at all," said Denot; "no one in the country is more anxious for success than the old Marquis."
Just at that moment a messenger came in and informed the Directors that Santeree, the brewer, who, during the Reign of Terror, had obtained a bloody celebrity as leader of the Jacobins, was rousing the mob in the faubourgs to resistance. "General Moulins," said Napoleon, firmly, "you are the friend of Santerre. Tell him that at the very first movement he makes, I will cause him to be shot."
"Well, Annot," answered she, "as you have told me so much, I don't mind telling you that I am. But it will be long, probably, before I am married, if ever I am. Men have other things to think of now than marriage, and, alas! women too. We must wait till the wars are over, Annot." "But I thought the wars were over now, Mademoiselle. Haven't they got that Santerre prisoner up at Durbelliere?"
And in the boxes, parquette, everywhere was the cry, "Sing the chorus, 'Chantons, celebrons notre reine!" "No," roared Santerre, "no, they shall not sing that!" "No," cried Simon, "we will not hear the monkey-song!" And hundreds of men in the parterre and the upper rows of boxes echoed the cry, "No, we will not hear the monkey-song!" "The thing works well!" said Marat.
"0 God!" she whispered to herself, "that is no man, that is an infernal demon, who has risen there to take the place of my dear, sweet Lamballe. Ah, the good spirit is gone, and the demon takes its place the demon which will destroy us all!" "Long live Marat!" roared Santerre, and his comrades. "Long live Marat, the great friend of the people, the true patriot!"
They were all armed, though two of them were not in uniform, and the manner in which they had their arms disposed, showed that they did not quite conceive themselves to be in security in these their convivial moments. The men were Barrere, Westerman, and Santerre, and two of the republican Generals, Chouardin and Bourbotte.
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