Courage, love; our lives depend on it.

Citizen," he continued, addressing himself to Lomaque, "proceed with your duty--we are ready." The heavy marching footsteps outside were striking louder and louder on the ground; the chanting voices were every moment swelling in volume; the dark street was flaming again with the brightening torch-light, as Lomaque, under pretext of giving Trudaine his hat, came close to him, and, turning his back toward Danville, whispered: "I have not forgotten the eve of the wedding and the bench on the river bank." Before Trudaine could answer, he had taken Rose's cloak and hood from one of his assistants, and was helping her on with it.

Danville, still pale and trembling, advanced a step when he saw these preparations for departure, and addressed a word or two to his wife; but he spoke in low tones, and the fast-advancing march of feet and sullen low roar of singing outside drowned his voice.

An oath burst from his lips, and he struck his fist, in impotent fury, on a table near him.
"The seals are set on everything in this room and in the bedroom," said Magloire, approaching Lomaque, who nodded and signed to him to bring up the other police agents at the door.
"Ready," cried Magloire, coming forward immediately with his men, and raising his voice to make himself heard.

"Where to ?" Robespierre and his Hard-hitters were passing the house.