page 132.) "No, indeed," answered a cordonnier; "I like him best in his little lodging with the menuisier: it looks like one of US." Another rush of the crowd, and a new group were thrown forward in the vicinity of Nicot.

And these men gabbled and chattered faster and louder than the rest.
"But my plan is--" "Au diable with YOUR plan! I tell you MY scheme is--" "Nonsense!" cried a third.

"When Robespierre understands MY new method of making gunpowder, the enemies of France shall--" "Bah! who fears foreign enemies ?" interrupted a fourth; "the enemies to be feared are at home.

MY new guillotine takes off fifty heads at a time!" "But MY new Constitution!" exclaimed a fifth.
"MY new Religion, citizen!" murmured, complacently, a sixth.
"Sacre mille tonnerres, silence!" roared forth one of the Jacobin guard.
And the crowd suddenly parted as a fierce-looking man, buttoned up to the chin, his sword rattling by his side, his spurs clinking at his heel, descended the stairs,--his cheeks swollen and purple with intemperance, his eyes dead and savage as a vulture's.

There was a still pause, as all, with pale cheeks, made way for the relentless Henriot.
(Or H_a_nriot.