the day, seven days a week.

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These occupations brought her round to the December month,

wherein her father walked among the terrors with a steady head.

On a lightly-snowing afternoon she arrived at the usual corner. It

was a day of some wild rejoicing, and a festival. She had seen the

houses, as she came along, decorated with little pikes, and with

little red caps stuck upon them; also, with tricoloured ribbons;

also, with the standard inscription (tricoloured letters were the

favourite), Republic One and Indivisible. Liberty, Equality,

Fraternity, or Death!

The miserable shop of the wood-sawyer was so small, that its

whole surface furnished very indifferent space for this legend. He

had got somebody to scrawl it up for him, however, who had

squeezed Death in with most inappropriate difficulty. On his

house-top, he displayed pike and cap, as a good citizen must, and

in a window he had stationed his saw inscribed as his “Little

Sainte Guillotine”for the great sharp female was by that time

popularly canonised. His shop was shut and he was not there,

which was a relief to Lucie, and left her quite alone.

But, he was not far off, for presently she heard a troubled

movement and a shouting coming along, which filled her with fear.

A moment afterwards, and a throng of people came pouring round