I have discovered a correspondence that lays open a conspiracy of which many of the actors are yet unsuspected." And he placed the papers on the table.

Robespierre seized, and ran his eye over them rapidly and eagerly.
"Good!--good!" he muttered to himself: "this is all I wanted.

Barrere, Legendre! I have them! Camille Desmoulins was but their dupe.

I loved him once; I never loved them! Citizen Nicot, I thank thee.

I observe these letters are addressed to an Englishman.