"We only fear you may not be able to raise the standard of revolt against the armed sections of all Paris, backed by a decree of the Assembly." "I can at any rate die in the attempt," replied Denot.

"I cannot draw the breath of life from the atmosphere of a Republic! I will not live by the permission of Messieurs Danton and Robespierre." "Whatever we do," said Fleuriot, "the club must be given up.

We are known to be friendly to the King, and we are too weak to stand our ground; indeed, we should only incur useless danger by meeting here." "And waste the time which we may well employ in the provinces," said Charette.
"You are right, Charette," said Rochejaquelin, whom the wildness of his friend Denot had a little sobered.

"You are quite right--Paris is no longer a place for us.

I will go back to the Bocage; there, at least, I may own among my neighbours that I am not a republican; there, perhaps, I may make some effort for my King--here I can make none.