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Madame Wachner sat down again at the dining-table, "One moment!" she exclaimed, rather breathlessly. "Just wait till I 'ave finished my coffee, Sylvia dear, and then L'Ami Fritz will escort you 'ome." Rather unwillingly, Sylvia again sat down. Monsieur Wachner was paying no attention either to his guest or to his wife.
Indeed, it would make me think you were angry with us because of the very bad supper we had given you! L'Ami Fritz would not have taken the trouble to make coffee for his old wife. He has made it for you, only for you; he will be hurt if you do not take it!" The coffee did look very tempting and fragrant.
The rest of the village was in full attendance, for it was not every day in the week that the "tambour," the town-crier, had business enough to render his appearance, in his official capacity, necessary; as a mere townsman he was to be seen any hour of the day, as drunk as a lord, at the sign of "L'Ami Fidele."
Not as an aristocrat, a courtier, but as a simple literary man, William does not like, though he thoroughly understands, the mob. "L'Ami du genre humain n'est point du tout mon fait." In London, not in Stratford, he could and did find his mob.
But the greater number dreaded a rupture, and trembled at the idea of energetic measures. This accusation against Robespierre had no immediate consequences; but it fell back on Marat, who had recommended a dictatorship, in his journal "L'Ami du Peuple," and had extolled the massacres. When he ascended the tribune to justify himself, the assembly shuddered. "A bas! a bas!" resounded from all sides.
But there was one person who set all his skill at defiance: he pronounced that he was no author that he was l'ami de la maison: he was so indeed wherever he went but he was both a man of literature, and a man of deep science no less a person than the great D'Alembert. Ormond thought D'Alembert and Marmontel were the two most agreeable men in company.
"You should not have done that," she shook her head gravely. "We are forbidden to go into the wood. We 'ave never gone into the wood." L'Ami Fritz stood waiting for his visitors in the narrow doorway. He looked more good-tempered than usual, and as they walked in he chatted pleasantly to Chester. "This way," he said, importantly. "Do not trouble to go into the salon, Madame!
His body sank sideways in the same direction, the head lolling nervelessly upon his right shoulder, whilst from the great rent in his breast the blood gushed forth, embruing the water of his bath, trickling to the brick-paved floor, bespattering symbolically almost a copy of L'Ami du Peuple, the journal to which he had devoted so much of his uneasy life.
And you?" she turned to Monsieur Wachner. He hesitated, and looked at his wife deprecatingly. "L'Ami Fritz," said Madame Wachner, "will play 'is system, Mesdames. However, I am glad to say that to-day he soon gave it up in honour of our friend here. What 'ave you made?" she asked him. "Only eight hundred francs," he said, his face clouding over.
No rhetoric could impress on a class the real spirit and strength of the middle ages as could one of my illuminated psalters or missals; no declamation upon the boldness of Luther could impress thinking young men as did citations from his ``Erfurt Sermon, which, by weakening his safe-conduct, put him virtually at the mercy of his enemies at the Diet of Worms; no statements as to the fatuity of Robespierre could equal citations from an original copy of his ``Report on the Moral and Religious Considerations which Ought to Govern the Republic''; all specifications of the folly of Marat paled before the ravings in the original copies of his newspaper, ``L'Ami du Peuple''; no statistics regarding the paper-money craze in France could so impress its actuality on students as did the seeing and handling of French revolutionary assignats and mandats, many of them with registration numbers clearly showing the enormous quantities of this currency then issued; no illustration, at second hand, of the methods of the French generals during the Revolutionary period could produce the impression given by a simple exhibition of the broadsides issued by the proconsuls of that period; no description of the collapse of the triumvirate and the Reign of Terror could equal a half-hour's reading from the ``Moniteur''; and all accounts of the Empire were dim compared to grandiose statements read from the original bulletins of Napoleon.
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