"He evades the question!"
"He's a Girondin!"
"Ask him if he's a Girondin!"
The last cry, from la Mère Corniche, imposed itself above the rest.
"Citoyen Barabant," Javogues asked, "are you a Girondin?"
As Barabant hesitated, Nicole sought the glance of Goursac, invoking his aid. The Girondin, who saw no one but her, perceiving her motive, thought bitterly: "I die, and she cannot spare me a look of pity!"
The crowd was clamoring.
"He hesitates!"
"He refuses!"
"Arrest him!"