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And all the worse for the doomed man, that the denouncer was a

well-known citizen, his own attached friend, the father of his

wife. One of the frenzied aspirations of the populace was, for

imitations of the questionable public virtues of antiquity, and

for sacrifices and self-immolations on the people's altar.

Therefore when the President said (else had his own head quivered

on his shoulders), that the good physician of the Republic would

deserve better still of the Republic by rooting out an obnoxious

family of Aristocrats, and would doubtless feel a sacred glow and

joy in making his daughter a widow and her child an orphan, there

was wild excitement, patriotic fervour, not a touch of human

sympathy.

"Much influence around him, has that Doctor?" murmured Madame

Defarge, smiling to The Vengeance. "Save him now, my Doctor, save

him!"

At every juryman's vote, there was a roar. Another and another.

Roar and roar.