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“Yes.”
Themancries,“Down,Evremonde!TotheGuillotineall
aristocrats!Down,Evremonde!”
“Hush,hush!”theSpyentreatshim,timidly.
“Andwhynot,citizen?”
“Heisgoingtopaytheforfeit:itwillbepaidinfiveminutes
more.Lethimbeatpeace.”
Butthemancontinuingtoexclaim,“Down,Evremonde!”the
faceofEvremondeisforamomentturnedtowardshim.
EvremondethenseestheSpy,andlooksattentivelyathim,and
goeshisway.
Theclocksareonthestrokeofthree,andthefurrowploughed
amongthepopulaceisturninground,tocomeonintotheplaceof
execution,andend.Theridgesthrowntothissideandtothat,now
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crumbleinandclosebehindthelastploughasitpasseson,forall
arefollowingtotheGuillotine.Infrontofit,seatedinchairs,asin
agardenofpublicdiversion