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Yazar: Charles Dickens

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Unanimously voted. At heart and by descent an Aristocrat, an
enemy of the Republic, a notorious oppressor of the People. Back
to the Conciergerie, and Death within four-and-twenty hours!
CHAPTER XI. Dusk
The wretched wife of the innocent man thus doomed to die, fell
under the sentence, as if she had been mortally stricken. But,
she uttered no sound; and so strong was the voice within her,
representing that it was she of all the world who must uphold him
in his misery and not augment it, that it quickly raised her,
even from that shock.
The Judges having to take part in a public demonstration out of
doors, the Tribunal adjourned. The quick noise and movement of
the court's emptying itself by many passages had not ceased, when
Lucie stood stretching out her arms towards her husband, with
nothing in her face but love and consolation.
"If I might touch him! If I might embrace him once! O, good
citizens, if you would have so much compassion for us!"

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