His client, Suétens, was condemned to death, as were also Rétiffe and Marchais, "for having attempted to change the form of the Government;" the two others to transportation and confinement. One of the condemned, turning to the officer who read the sentence, cried to him in a heart-rending voice, "And who will feed my child?"
Thy child! See, he is here!
Some days after, before this same Boisdenemetz, fifteen children of Paris appeared; the eldest was sixteen years old, the youngest, so small that he could hardly be seen in the dock of prisoners, was eleven. They wore blue blouses and military képis.
"Druet," said the soldier, "what did your father do?"
"He was a mechanic."
"Why did you not work like him?"
"Because there was no work for me."
"Bouverat, why did you join the Pupilles de la Commune?"
"To get something to eat."
"You have been arrested for vagrancy?"