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"The boy's eyes, which had been fixed on mine, slowly turned to

the looker-on, and I saw in the two faces that all he said was

true. The two opposing kinds of pride confronting one another, I

can see, even in this Bastille; the gentleman's, all negligent

indifference; the peasant's, all trodden-down sentiment, and

passionate revenge.

"'You know, Doctor, that it is among the Rights of these Nobles

to harness us common dogs to carts, and drive us. They so

harnessed him and drove him. You know that it is among their

Rights to keep us in their grounds all night, quieting the frogs,

in order that their noble sleep may not be disturbed. They kept

him out in the unwholesome mists at night, and ordered him back

into his harness in the day. But he was not persuaded. No! Taken

out of harness one day at noon, to feed--if he could find

food--he sobbed twelve times, once for every stroke of the bell,

and died on her bosom.'