Peter was over here, though he has gone back again now, and Peter says he is quite a good fellow in his way." "What, Santerre!" said Marie, shuddering.

"Oh! he is a most horrid monster! It was he that led out our dear sainted King to be murdered; it was he that urged on the furious mob to spill so much blood.

They say that in all Paris there is not a greater wretch than this Santerre." "I don't know, Mademoiselle," said Annot, "but he certainly wasn't so bad last night, for he might have killed them all had he chosen: and instead of that he didn't kill any one, or let any of his party kill them either, only he frightened poor old Momont nearly to death." "God may have softened his heart," said Madame de Lescure; "if he has really spared our friends, we will not speak ill of him." "If he has done so," said Marie, "he will have his reward; for I am sure Charles and Henri will spare him now that he is in their power." "That's just what the people say," said Annot; "they say that it's M.
Henri's turn to be generous now, and that they're sure he won't hurt a hair of this Santerre.

Only they're determined on one thing--and it was all Chapeau and Father Jerome could do to stop them till M.Henri came home--they are determined to hang that horrid wretch Denot, the monster! I shouldn't wonder if he were swinging by this time." "And is it really true," said Madame de Lescure, "that it was M.Denot who led the republicans to Durbelliere ?" "Oh! that's a positive fact," said Annot, "there's no doubt on earth about that; and behaved most brutally to Mademoiselle Agatha.

He would have killed her with his own hand, before her father, only M.Santerre wouldn't let him.