"My wife is perhaps not wrong in accusing us of forgetting the true interests of our families." "No, indeed, madame is not wrong," cried Granoux, who had been listening to Felicite's terrified cries with the rapture of a coward.
Thereupon the commander energetically clapped his hat on his head, and said in a clear voice: "Right or wrong, it matters little to me.

I am commander of the National Guard.

I ought to have been at the mayor's before now.

Confess that you are afraid, that you leaven me to act alone.

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