And they will not turn on one another whilst prey for their greed lies ready to their jaws.

Your friend the Scarlet Pimpernel should feed this bloody revolution of ours rather than starve it, if indeed he hates it as he seems to do." His restless eyes peered with eager interrogation into those of the younger man.

He paused as if waiting for a reply; then, as St.Just remained silent, he reiterated slowly, almost in the tones of a challenge: "If indeed he hates this bloodthirsty revolution of ours as he seems to do." The reiteration implied a doubt.

In a moment St.Just's loyalty was up in arms.
"The Scarlet Pimpernel," he said, "cares naught for your political aims.
The work of mercy that he does, he does for justice and for humanity." "And for sport," said de Batz with a sneer, "so I've been told." "He is English," assented St.Just, "and as such will never own to sentiment.

Whatever be the motive, look at the result! "Yes! a few lives stolen from the guillotine." "Women and children--innocent victims--would have perished but for his devotion." "The more innocent they were, the more helpless, the more pitiable, the louder would their blood have cried for reprisals against the wild beasts who sent them to their death." St.Just made no reply.