CHAPTER XXIV
VENGEANCE COME TO JUDGMENT
“I myself accuse you, Citizen de Vaudrey!” says the Judge, rising and pointing to the culprit.
“I accuse your family and all aristocrats of oppression and murder through countless generations!”
A yell of approval––the savage howl of the Mob Beast––resounds from the rabble whose passion is played upon. It is followed by the general roar:
“Guillotine! Guillotine! GUILLOTINE!”
With a smile Forget-Not records the death sentence given by his compliant fellow judges, in his book. Chevalier de Vaudrey is hustled back to the rear of the hall.
Poor trembling Henriette is next. The horrors of Maurice’s condemnation and the thought of her little lost sister nearby, rack her with a stinging pain in which is commingled little thought of self.
“You sheltered this aristocrat?” questions the Judge.
“Of course––I––love him!”