She was ready to endure death, and what was ten thousand times worse than death, because of her own warm-hearted affection.

But you, citizens of France, who, above all, are noble, true, and chivalrous, you will not allow the sweet impulses of young and tender womanhood to be punished with the ban of felony.

To you, women of France, I appeal in the name of your childhood, your girlhood, your motherhood; take her to your hearts, she is worthy of it, worthier now for having blushed before you, worthier than any heroine in the great roll of honour of France." His magnetic voice went echoing along the rafters of the great, sordid Hall of Justice, filling it with a glory it had never known before.

His enthusiasm thrilled his hearers, his appeal to their honour and chivalry roused all the finer feelings within them.

Still hating him for his treason, his magical appeal had turned their hearts towards her.
They had listened to him without interruption, and now at last, when he paused, it was very evident, by muttered exclamations and glances cast at Juliette, that popular feeling, which up to the present had practically ignored her, now went out towards her personality with overwhelming sympathy.
Obviously at the present moment, if Juliette's fate had been put to the plebiscite, she would have been unanimously acquitted.
Merlin, as Deroulede spoke, had once or twice tried to read his friend Foucquier-Tinville's enigmatical expression, but the Public Prosecutor, with his face in deep shadow, had not moved a muscle during the Citizen-Deputy's noble peroration.