Go on! do this first; good! Now do that, then this again; and so for ever! The law is like the veil of the Temple: once rent, it is rent from top to bottom.
Yes, we say it again, in what has been called "the act of the 2nd of December," one meets with crime at every depth.

Perjury floats on the surface, murder lies at the bottom.

Partial homicides, wholesale butcheries, shooting in open day, fusillades by night; a steam of blood rises from every part of the _coup d'etat_.
Search in the common grave of the churchyards, search beneath the street pavement, beneath the sloping banks of the Champ-de-Mars, beneath the trees of the public gardens, in the bed of the Seine! But few revelations.

That is easily understood.

Bonaparte has the satanic art of binding to himself a crowd of miserable officials by I know not what terrible universal complicity.