You are a Frenchman! I hold by the hand, at last, one of that noble race, the pioneers of the glorious principles of liberty and brotherhood.

Hush! No, it is all right.

I thought there had been somebody at the door.

In this wretched, enslaved country we dare not even call our souls our own.
The spy and the hangman, sir--the spy and the hangman! And yet there is a candle burning, too.

The good leaven is working, sir--working underneath.