Mother and Child

Citizen Evremonde," she said, touching him with her cold hand. "I am a poor little seamstress, who was with you in La Force." ¡¡¡¡He murmured for answer: "True. I forget what you were accused of?" ¡¡¡¡"Plots. Though the just Heaven knows that I am innocent of any. Is it likely? Who would think of plotting with a poor little weak creature like me? ¡¡¡¡The forlorn smile with which she said it, so touched him, that tears started from his eyes. ¡¡¡¡
"I am not afraid to die, Citizen Evremonde, but I have done nothing. I am not unwilling to die, if the Republic which is to do so much good to us poor, will profit by my death; but I do not know how that can be, Citizen Evremonde. Such a poor weak little creature!" ¡¡¡¡As the last thing on earth that his heart was to warm and soften to, it warmed and softened to this pitiable girl. ¡¡¡¡"I heard you were released, Citizen Evremonde. I hoped it was true?" ¡¡¡¡"It was. But, I was again taken and condemned."