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saw her often. He himself became, ]
thought, more Of . courtier than liked.
He dressed Is well as any Of
the mobiles, and wore diamonds,
and when he came to see me.
which he did very seldom. noticed that
he talked Of citoyennes as If they were
the filth Of the street. and / began to see
| The hand Of ia P'tite Marquise, as NJ.
Robespierre called her, in all this. But
Why should complain, thought ], if he
wishes to raise himself to her
station rather than ask her TO de-
scend to hisl So tried TO stife
the foolish longings of my soft old
mother heart, but do what could,
/ could not help feeling angry against
the woman who was rObbing me Of my
son.
Sometimes 81. Robespierre would
come andstell me about the world out
side and the court
Jacques is promoted again, hear, !"
he said one day. II am glad to hear it,
for we shall need these men with military
training some day. Jacques is Of the
people and always will be. Don't fret
about him, Mere Peraubier. he will come
out all right sooner or later The day
will come when Jacques will throw off
his gold lace and become again plain
citizen like his friend Robespierre. He
has eyes and ears and cannot help find
ing out the truth about that spider
woman"
"But she would not be so cruel as to
play with an honest heart like that Of
my boys, RobespierreG Bad, perhaps,
she has been, but she cannot break his
heart for the mere pleasure of seeing
him suffer- He is so good and so true;
he is so good-natured and handsome
''You forget, Mere Peraubier, that he
is plain, untitled citizen. He has no
/ sde to his name, said RobespierTe, mock
ingly. would she play with his love,
say youG'' he added, fercely. ''La p'tite
Marquise will put him to every torture
she knows She viii tell him the same
moment that she loves and loathes him.
She will taunt him with his low birth.
She will rouse in him every possible feel
ing of hate, love, jealousy, repulsion,
! passion, until she tires of him and she
comes back to us. People say that our
party Is hurrying France into revolution,
anarchy, a don't know what, beside.
But if revolution comes, it will not be
we who bring it about. II viii be these
scoundrelIy men and women at the court
from the Imbecille and the Austrian
down to the painted La P'tite Mar
quisep They are dancing away on q
volcano, which is growing hotter and
hotter each day
He stopped suddenly ashe heard some
one on the stairs. The door opened,
and in walked Jacques, my boy, but OIL
how changedl He wore no powdered
peruke. his coat was torn, and he was
wounded in the arm, and great clot of
blood lay over the wound. He staggered
slowly to his chair and let his arms bangle
down toward the floor. while he gazed
vacantly into the afr, with sudden
stare, like an idiot, or drunken man.
His face expressed no fear, horror, or
anger. It was immovable and express
sionless as a mask His eyes had lost
their brilliancy and now looked dull and
dead, seemingly sunken far back in his
head He took no more heedvof us than
If we had not been there, sitting almost
Useless in my chair and Robespierre
coclly standing before the fire, studying
Jacques as II he had been dying frog.
"A volcano, which, as / said, Mere
Peraubier, " he said coOlIy, is growing
hotter every day, and is causing little
eruptions like this one, and he smiled
sarcastically on my poor boy.
went over and knelt before my poor
boy, and took his cold hands in mine.
my child, /" asked, 'swhat has hap
pened, and what caused this wound On
your armi"
He paid no more attention to me than
to ahudder and draw away his hands.
Jacques, will you tell me what Is the
matter. ask Il, /, your motherr'
exnr..a. --ess 80 LII.