À Ma Mère...

“Coward! Coward! Coward!” The words rang out, clear, strident, passionate, in a crescendo of agonised humiliation. The boy, quivering with rage, had sprung to his feet, and, losing his balance, he fel...

“Coward! Coward! Coward!” The words rang out, clear, strident, passionate, in a crescendo of agonised humiliation. The boy, quivering with rage, had sprung to his feet, and, losing his balance, he fel...

The head of the house of Marny was at this time barely seventy years of age. But he had lived every hour, every minute of his life, from the day when the Grand Monarque gave him his first appointment ...

It would have been very difficult to say why Citizen Déroulède was quite so popular as he was. Still more difficult would it have been to state the reason why he remained immune from the prosecutions,...

When, presently, the young girl awoke, with a delicious feeling of rest and well-being, she had plenty of leisure to think. So, then, this was his house! She was actually a guest, a rescued protégé, b...

“Is there anything more I can do for you now, mademoiselle?” The gentle, timid voice roused Juliette from the contemplation of the past. She smiled at Anne Mie, and held her hand out towards her. “You...

After supper they talked of Charlotte Corday. Juliette clung to the vision of that heroine, and liked to talk of her. She appeared as a justification of her own actions, which somehow seemed to requir...

But whilst men and women set to work to make the towns of France hideous with their shrieks and their hootings, their mock-trials and bloody guillotines, they could not quite prevent Nature from worki...

It was some few hours later. The ladies sat in the drawing-room, silent and anxious. Soon after supper a visitor had called, and had been closeted with Paul Déroulède in the latter’s study for the pas...

Sir Percy bowed very low, with all the graceful flourish and elaborate gesture the eccentric customs of the time demanded. He had not said a word, since the first exclamation of warning, with which he...

That night, when Blakeney, wrapped in his cloak, was walking down the Rue Ecole de Médecine towards his own lodgings, he suddenly felt a timid hand upon his sleeve. Anne Mie stood beside him, her pale...

At the door of her home Blakeney parted from Anne Mie, with all the courtesy with which he would have bade adieu to the greatest lady in his own land. Anne Mie let herself into the house with her own ...

But what of Juliette? What of this wild, passionate, romantic creature tortured by a Titanic conflict? She, but a girl, scarcely yet a woman, torn by the greatest antagonistic powers that ever fought ...

The pretence of a headache enabled Juliette to keep in her room the greater part of the day. She would have liked to shut herself out from the entire world during those hours which she spent face to f...

“In the name of the Republic!” Absorbed in his thoughts, his dreams, his present happiness, Déroulède had heard nothing of what was going on in the house, during the past few seconds. At first, to Ann...

Juliette waited a moment or two, until the footsteps of the six men died away up the massive oak stairs. For the first time, since the sword of Damocles had fallen, she was alone with her thoughts. Sh...

The search in the Citizen-Deputy’s bedroom had proved as fruitless as that in his study. Merlin was beginning to have vague doubts as to whether he had been effectively fooled. His manner towards Déro...

The opening and shutting of the door roused them both from their dreams. Anne Mie, pale, trembling, with eyes looking wild and terrified, had glided into the room. Déroulède had sprung to his feet. In...

Déroulède did not attempt to go to her. Only presently, when the heavy footsteps of Merlin and his men were once more heard upon the landing, she quietly rose to her feet. She had accomplished her act...

Merlin waited a while in the hall, until he heard the noise of the shrieking crowd gradually die away in the distance, then with a grunt of satisfaction he one more mounted the stairs. All these event...

Juliette was alone at last⁠—that is to say, comparatively alone, for there were too many aristocrats, too many criminals and traitors, in the prisons of Paris now, to allow of any seclusion of those w...

Citizen-Deputy Déroulède had been privately interviewed by the Committee of Public Safety, and temporarily allowed to go free. The brief proceedings had been quite private, the people of Paris were no...

It was close upon midnight. The place had become suffocatingly hot; the fumes of rank tobacco, of rancid butter, and of raw spirits hung like a vapour in midair. The principal room in the Auberge du C...

Tinville alone had remained silent during Lenoir’s impassioned speech. It seemed to be his turn now to become surly. He sat picking his teeth, and staring moodily at the enthusiastic orator, who had s...

Déroulède had spent the whole of this same night in a wild, impassioned search for Juliette. Earlier in the day, soon after Anne Mie’s revelations, he had sought out his English friend, Sir Percy Blak...

The day had been an unusually busy one. Five and thirty prisoners, arraigned before the bar of the Committee of Public Safety, had been tried in the last eight hours⁠—an average of rather more than fo...

It is all indelibly placed on record in the Bulletin du Tribunal Révolutionnaire, under date 25th Fructidor, year I of the Revolution. Anyone who cares may read, for the Bulletin is in the Archives of...

Intense excitement, which found vent in loud applause, greeted Déroulède’s statement. “Ça ira! ça ira! vas-y Déroulède!” came from the crowded benches round; and men, women, and children, wearied with...

The Bulletin du Tribunal Révolutionnaire tells us that both the accused had remained perfectly calm during the turmoil which raged within the bare walls of the Hall of Justice. Citizen-Deputy Déroulèd...

Many accounts, more or less authentic, have been published of the events known to history as the “Fructidor Riots.” But this is how it all happened: at any rate it is the version related some few days...

The small party walked on in silence. It seemed to consist of a very few men of the National Guard, whom Santerne had placed under the command of the soldier who had transmitted to him the orders of t...

It was not difficult to guess which way the crowd had gone; yells, hoots, and hoarse cries could be heard from the farther side of the river. Citizen Santerne had been unable to keep the mob back unti...

There is but little else to record. History has told us how, shamefaced, tired, dripping, the great, all-powerful people of Paris quietly slunk back to their homes, even before the first cockcrow in t...