"Fool! let me hear that word again, applied either to me or to any of my followers, and I'll have you beaten like a dog." And as the lesser ever does give way before the greater, so now did the anger that had sustained Ombreval go down and vanish before the overwhelming passion of La Boulaye.

He grew pale to the lips at the Deputy's threat, and his eyes cravenly avoided the steady gaze of his captor.
"You deserve little consideration at my hands, Citizen," said La Boulaye, more quietly, "and yet I have a mind to give you a lesson in generosity.

We start for Paris in half-an-hour.

If anywhere you should have friends expecting you, whom you might wish to apprise of your position, you may spend the half-hour that is left in writing to them.

I will see that your letter reaches its destination." Ombreval's pallor seemed to intensify.