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These occupations brought her round to the December month,

wherein her father walked among the terrors with a steady head.

On a lightly-snowing afternoon she arrived at the usual corner.

It was a day of some wild rejoicing, and a festival. She had seen

the houses, as she came along, decorated with little pikes, and

with little red caps stuck upon them; also, with tricoloured

ribbons; also, with the standard inscription (tricoloured letters

were the favourite), Republic One and Indivisible. Liberty,

Equality, Fraternity, or Death!