"Well, go on."
"That is all; you wish me to give up this paper,—do you wish me to sacrifice a friend, without perhaps benefiting your daughter?"
"Do what they tell you!" shrieked the woman,—"do what they tell you!"
"But if this paper implicates your daughter," said the queen; "do try to understand."
"My daughter is, like myself, a good patriot," cried the hag. "Thank God, the Tisons are well known. Do what they tell you!"
"Good Heavens!" said the queen; "how can I make you understand?"
"My child, I want them to return me my child," cried Tison's wife, stamping her feet. "Give me the paper, Antoinette, give me the paper!"
"There it is, Madame," and the queen tendered a paper to the wretched creature, which she seized, and held joyfully above her head, crying,—
"Come here, come here, citizen municipals. I have the paper; take it, and give me back my child."
"You sacrifice our friends, sister," said Elizabeth.