She fronted that cry, she fronted the fierce gestures which accompanied it, with the steady light still in her eyes, with the strange rigidity still fastened on her face.

She would have spoken again through the uproar and execration, but her brother's voice overpowered her.
"Citizen president," he cried, "I have not concluded.

I demand leave to complete my confession.

I implore the tribunal to attach no importance to what my sister says.

The trouble and terror of this day have shaken her intellects.