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Page 138 - Mahlstrom and descent of Death : in sorrow, in indignation, in resignation struggling to be resigned. " Take care of M. Edgeworth," he straitly charges the Lieutenant who is sitting with them : then they two descend. The drums are beating...
Page 213 - Brutus; that it were beautiful to die with her: the head of this young man seems turned. At the Place de la Revolution, the countenance of Charlotte wears the same still smile. The executioners proceed to bind her feet; she resists, thinking it meant as an insult; on a word of explanation, she submits with cheerful apology. As the last act, all being now ready, they take the neckerchief from her neck; a blush of maidenly shame overspreads that fair face and neck; the cheeks were still tinged with...
Page 243 - ... not without interest, across that dim Revolutionary Bulletin itself, how she bears herself queenlike. Her answers are prompt, clear, often of Laconic brevity; resolution, which has grown contemptuous without ceasing to be dignified, veils itself in calm words. "You persist then in denial?" — "My plan is not denial: it is the truth I have said, and I persist in that.
Page 213 - Mentz, declares that she is greater than Brutus; that it were beautiful to die with her: the head of this young man seems turned. At the Place de la Revolution, the countenance of Charlotte wears the same still smile. The executioners proceed to bind her feet; she resists, thinking it meant as an insult; on a word of explanation, she submits with cheerful apology. As the last act, all being now ready, they take the...
Page 212 - What tempted you, then ? His crimes. " I killed one man", added she, raising her voice extremely (extrememenf), as they went on with their questions, "I killed one man to save a hundred thousand; a villain to save innocents; a savage wild beast to give repose to my country. I was a Republican before the Revolution; I never wanted energy".
Page 68 - Patience, O Dumouriez! This uncertain heap of shriekers, mutineers, were they once drilled and inured, will become a phalanxed mass of Fighters; and wheel and whirl, to order, swiftly like the wind or the whirlwind: tanned mustachio-figures; often barefoot, even bare-backed; with sinews of iron; who require only bread and gunpowder: very Sons of Fire, the adroitest, hastiest, hottest ever seen perhaps since Attila's time.
Page 137 - ... into silence and stone : one carriage with its escort, slowly rumbling, is the only sound. Louis reads, in his Book of Devotion, the Prayers of the Dying : clatter of this death-march falls sharp on the ear, in the great silence ; but the thought would fain struggle heavenward, and forget the Earth. As the clocks strike ten, behold the Place de la Revolution, once Place de Louis Quinze : the Guillotine, mounted near the old Pedestal where once stood the Statue of that Louis! Far round, all bristles...
Page 254 - ... for by any man! The harvest of long centuries was ripening and whitening so rapidly of late; and now it is grown white, and is reaped rapidly, as it were, in one day. Reaped, in this Reign of Terror; and carried home, to Hades and the Pit ! —Unhappy Sons of Adam: it is ever so; and never do they know it, nor will they know it. With cheerfully smoothed countenances, day after day, and generation after generation, they, calling cheerfully to one another " Well-speed-ye," are at work, sowing the...
Page 245 - Streamers on the housetops occupied her attention ' in the Streets du Roule and Saint-Honore ; she also noticed ' the Inscriptions on the house-fronts. On reaching the Place ' de la Revolution, her looks turned towards the Jardin National, ' whilom Tuileries ; her face at that moment gave signs of lively ' emotion. She mounted the Scaffold with courage enough ; at ' a quarter past Twelve, her head fell ; the Executioner showed 'it to the people, amid universal long-continued cries of Vive la