"Citizeness, your servant!" He bowed with unconcealed irony to the cobbler's wife, and nodded to Simon, who expressed by a volley of motley oaths his exact feelings with regard to all the agents of the Committee of General Security.
"Six months of this penal servitude have we had," he said roughly, "and no thanks or pension.

I would as soon serve a ci-devant aristo as your accursed Committee." The man Dupont had returned.

Stolidly, after the fashion of his kind, he commenced the removal of citizen Simon's goods.

He seemed a clumsy enough creature, and Simon and his wife had to do most of the work themselves.
Chauvelin watched the moving forms for a while, then he shrugged his shoulders with a laugh of indifference, and turned on his heel..