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Page 305 - At four o'clock on Wednesday morning, after two days and two nights of interrogating, jury-charging, and other darkening of counsel, the result comes out: sentence of Death. "Have you anything to say?" The Accused shook her head, without speech. Night's candles are burning out; and with her too Time is finishing, and it will be Eternity and Day. This Hall of Tinville's is dark, ill-lighted except where she stands. Silently she withdraws from it, to die.
Page 218 - Edgeworth," he straitly charges the Lieutenant who is sitting with them : then they two descend. The drums are beating : " Taisez-virus, Silence ! " he cries ' in a terrible voice, d'une voix terrible.
Page 280 - Help, dear !' no more could the Death-choked say or shriek. The helpful Washerwoman running in, there is no Friend of the People, or Friend of the Washerwoman left; but his life with a groan gushes out, indignant, to the shades below.
Page 281 - Tinville has his indictments and tapepapers : the cutler of the Palais Royal will testify that he sold her the sheath-knife ; " all these details are needless," interrupted Charlotte ;
Page 305 - The young imperial maiden of fifteen has now become a worn discrowned widow of thirty-eight ; gray before her time ; this is the last procession: — "Few minutes after the trial ended, the drums were beating to arms in all sections ; at sunrise the armed force was on foot, cannons getting placed at the extremities of the bridges, in the squares, cross-ways, all along from the Palais de Justice to the Place de la Revolution.
Page 281 - Others growl and howl. Adam Lux, of 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...
Page 392 - Cant, of probities, benevolences, pleasuresof-virtue, and such like, lived not in that age. A man fitted, in some luckier settled age, to have become one of those incorruptible barren Pattern-Figures, and have had marble-tablets and funeral-sermons. His poor landlord, the Cabinet-maker in the Rue Saint- Honore, loved him; his Brother died for him. May God be merciful to him, and to us!
Page 217 - And so our meetings and our partings do now end ! The sorrows we gave each other ; the poor joys we faithfully shared, and all our lovings and our sufferings, and confused toilings under the earthly Sun, are over. Thou good soul, I shall never, never through all ages of Time, see thee any more '—NEVER ! O Reader, knowest thou that hard word ? For nearly two hours this agony lasts ; then they tear themselves asunder. " Promise that you will see us on the morrow.
Page 429 - O Reader, has the time come for us two to part. Toilsome was our journeying together ; not without offence ; but it is done. To me thou wert as a beloved shade, the disembodied or not yet embodied spirit of a Brother. To thee I was but as a Voice. Yet was our relation a kind of sacred one ; doubt not that ! For whatsoever once sacred things become hollow jargons, yet while the Voice of Man speaks with Man, hast thou not there the living fountain out of which all sacrednesses sprang, and will yet...
Page 419 - Wherefore let all men know what of depth and of height is still revealed in man ; and, with fear and wonder, with just sympathy and just antipathy, with clear eye and open heart, contemplate it and appropriate it ; and draw innumerable inferences from it. This inference, for example, among the first : that if ' the gods of this lower world will sit on their glittering thrones, indolent as Epicurus...