While the deaths of the unoffending strike awe to the city, his satellites are to massacre his foes.

There is but one hope left,--that the Power which now dooms the doomer, may render me an instrument to expedite his fall.

But two days left,--two days! In all my wealth of time I see but two days; all beyond,--darkness, solitude.

I may save her yet.

The tyrant shall fall the day before that which he has set apart for slaughter! For the first time I mix among the broils and stratagems of men, and my mind leaps up from my despair, armed and eager for the contest." ....
A crowd had gathered round the Rue St.Honore; a young man was just arrested by the order of Robespierre.