Permit me the egotism to remind you that you then promised that if ever a day should come when you could serve me, your life--yes, the phrase was, 'your heart's blood'-- was at my bidding.

Think not, austere judge, that I come to ask a boon that can affect yourself,--I come but to ask a day's respite for another!" "Citizen, it is impossible! I have the order of Robespierre that not one less than the total on my list must undergo their trial for to-morrow.
As for the verdict, that rests with the jury!" "I do not ask you to diminish the catalogue.

Listen still! In your death-roll there is the name of an Italian woman whose youth, whose beauty, and whose freedom not only from every crime, but every tangible charge, will excite only compassion, and not terror.

Even YOU would tremble to pronounce her sentence.

It will be dangerous on a day when the populace will be excited, when your tumbrils may be arrested, to expose youth and innocence and beauty to the pity and courage of a revolted crowd." Dumas looked up and shrunk from the eye of the stranger.
"I do not deny, citizen, that there is reason in what thou urgest.