No. I was never heard to swear, so I was watched--and was seen upon
my knees. As piety is poison to the Republic, I was accused of being a
priest! I was searched, and these were found upon me.
[_Showing a crucifix and rosary_.]
This was enough. I was immediately condemned to die.
GOUROC.
A fine fool you were, to be caught with such baubles in your bosom.
Had you forgotten old mother Dupaix?
MARDOCHE.
The old woman who never gossiped, wore clean linen, and kept four
cats?
GOUROC.
The same--who was therefore accused of being a Duchess in disguise,
and sent to the guillotine.
MARDOCHE.
Moral:--In this age of reason, death to him who prays!
GOUROC.
Or keeps four cats! But cheer up, Citizen; I have a crumb of comfort
for you yet. In your cell someone is waiting impatiently to see you.
MARDOCHE.
Who?
GOUROC.
Your sister.
MARDOCHE.
Great heavens! Of what do they accuse her?
GOUROC.
Nothing. She is here by my care to bid you farewell.--Listen and
understand.--You are going to die, and leave your sister in poverty
amidst the perils of the Republic.--What would you be willing to do to
provide her with an independence?
MARDOCHE.
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