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La Vende

CHAPTER II
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I know that I have reasoned in my sleep as lucidly as I have ever done awake; and though, when awake, I have forgotten what has passed through my mind, the work of my brain has not been lost: the same ideas have recurred to me again, and though in the recurrence, I cannot remember when I have before employed myself with arranging them, still they come to me as old friends, with whom I am well acquainted.

The mind will seldom complain of too much labour, if the body be not injured by indulgence or disease." "But too much labour will bring on disease," said Eleanor, in a tone which plainly showed the sincerity of the anxiety which she expressed.
"We never get a walk with you now; do you know that it is months since we were in the Champs Elysees together; it was in May, and this is October now." "Affairs must be greatly altered, Eleanor; many things which are now undone must be completed, before we walk again for our pleasure: a true patriot can no longer walk the streets of Paris in safety, while traitors can come and go in security, with their treason blazoned on their foreheads." "And yet do not many traitors expiate their crimes daily ?" "Many are condemned and die; but I fear not always those who have most deserved death.

Much blood has been shed, and it has partly been in compliance with my counsel.

I would that the vengeance of the Republic might now stay its hand, if it could be so, with safety to the people.
I am sick of the unchanging sentences of the judges, and the verdicts of juries who are determined to convict.

I doubt not that those who are brought before them are traitors or aristocrats--at any rate, they are not at heart republicans, and if so, they have deserved death; but I should be better pleased, if now and then a victim was spared." He paused for a while, and then added, "The blood of traitors is very sickening; but there are those Eleanor, in whose nostrils it has a sweet savour: there are butchers of the human kind, who revel in the horrid shambles, in which they are of necessity employed.


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