The Priest is kind; so is the jailor: tears came in their eyes when I
sent away my child.
It is done. Now I must fortify myself, and think firmly of the
Executioner, the cart, the gendarmes, the crowd in the street and the
windows.
I have still an hour to familiarize myself with these ideas. All the
people will laugh and clap their hands, and applaud; yet among those
men, now free, unknown to jailors, and who run with joy to an
execution,--in that throng there is more than one man destined to follow
me sooner or later, on the scaffold.
More than one who is here to-day on my account, will come hereafter on
his own.