And so, Citizens, whilst I would still retain your love and your sympathy, you must suffer me to let justice take its course.

To delay would be but to waste your time the Nation's time." "But this is rank defiance," roared Tinvillle, roused at last into some semblance of his habitual bloodthirstiness.

"He whose heart can be so insensible to our affections merits no clemency at this bar." And so the President turned with a shrug to his colleagues, and the verdict was taken.

The finding was "Guilty," and the President was on the point of passing sentence, when again Robespierre sprang to his feet.

The Incorruptible's complexion looked sicklier than its wont, for mortification had turned him green outright.