The young man put on a white waistcoat, irreproachable in its cleanliness; a gray coat; a sword and dagger he hung at his side; then took his hat, and said but the words, “Show the way!”
I went in front, and he followed.
CHAPTER XLVII.
A BREAK.
Here comes a break in my personal adventures during the course of the great struggle for liberty throughout France. I leading the way, and St. Just following, we went down the Rue St. Anne, and had almost reached the Rue Neuve des Augustins, when the powerful voice of St. Just (one that was soon to be heard by the Nation, which was to hush at his first word) addressed me.
“Citizen!”
“Citizen St. Just?”
“Give me the address whither we are going!” he said.
“Why, I am leading you! Do you mistrust me?”
His face flushed.