the shore.

They put him into a great chair they had among them, and

which they had taken either out of the Court itself, or one of its

rooms or passages. Over the chair they had thrown a red flag, and

to the back of it they had bound a pike with a red cap on its top. In

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this car of triumph, not even the Doctor’s entreaties could prevent

his being carried to his home on men’s shoulders, with a confused

sea of red caps heaving about him, and casting up to sight from

the stormy deep such wrecks of faces, that he more than once

misdoubted his mind being in confusion, and that he was in the

tumbril on his way to the Guillotine.

In wild dreamlike procession, embracing whom they met and

pointing him out, they carried him on. Reddening the snowy

streets with the prevailing Republican colour, in winding and

tramping through them, as they had reddened them below the

snow with a deeper dye, they carried him thus into the court-yard

of the building where he lived. Her father had gone on before, to

prepare her, and when her husband stood upon his feet, she

dropped insensible in his arms.

As he held her to his heart and turned her beautiful head

between his face and the brawling crowd, so that his tears and her

lips might come together unseen, a few of the people fell to

dancing. Instantly, all th