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"I will sit a little by the fire, Lysbet Sit down by me My mind is full of her story"

"That is it And sleep you will not, and tomorrow sick you will be; and anxious and tired I shall be; and who for? The Marquise de Tounnerre! Well then, Joris, in thy old age it is late for thee to bon to the Marquise de Tounnerre!"

"To God Alhty only I bon, Lysbet, and as for titles what care of them has Jons Van Heemskirk? Think you, when God calls me He will say 'Councillor' or 'Senator'? No, He will say 'Jons Van Heemskirk!' and I shall answer to that name But you knoell, Lysbet, this bloody trial of liberty in Paris touches all the world beside"

"Forgive me, Joris! A shame it is to be cross with thee, nor am I cross even with that poor Arenta A child, a very child she is"

"But bitter fears and suffering she has couillotined last May, and from her home she was taken--no ti she had, except a string of pearls, which round her waist for many weeks, she had worn From prison to prison she was sent, until at last she was ordered before the Revolutionary Tribunal Frouillotine is only a step, and she would surely have taken it but for--"

"Minister Morris?"

"No Twenty miles outside the city, Minister Morris now lives; and no tiry and sick upon the floor of her prison she was sitting, when her naone to her jailor, only for a little black bread and a cup offor twenty-four hours she had been without food or milk"

[Illustration: "ARENTA BEFORE THE REVOLUTIONARY TRIBUNAL"] "The poor little one! What did she do?"

"This is what she did, and blame her I will not When in that terrible iron arot then to be afraid She looked at Fouquier-Tinville the public prosecutor, and at the fifteen jurymen, and flinched not She had no dress to help her beauty, but she declares she never felt more beautiful, and well I can believe it They asked her name, and my Lysbet, think of this child's answer! 'I am called Arenta JEFFERSON de Tounnerre,' she said; and at the name of 'Jefferson' there were exclamations, and one of the jurymen rose to his feet and asked excitedly, 'What is it you reat Thoreat American who loves France and Liberty?' 'It is the sa no favour, so as she, and Fouquier-Tinville looked at the President and said--'areat Ary he fed and helped me,' and he bowed to Arenta as he spoke And after that Fouquier-Tinville asked ould certify to her claim, and she answered boldly, 'Minister Morris' When questioned further she answered, 'I adore Liberty, I believe in France, Ito a great nation and enerosity' They asked her then if she had been used kindly in prison, and she told them her jailor had been to her very unkind, and that he had taken froift, and if you can believe Arenta, they were all extreave her at once the papers which perot froe she had houillotined before she left, and she declares it was the necklace--very unfortunate beads they were, and Madao! With blood and death they cao as they came!' Arenta thinks as soon as Fouquier-Tinville heard of them, he doomed the man, for she saw in his eyes that he meant to have them for himself Well, then, she is also sure that they will take Fouquier-Tinville to the guillotine"