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It sheared off heads so many, that it, and the ground it most polluted, were a rotten red. It was taken to pieces, like a toy-puzzle for a young Devil, and was put together again when the occasion wanted it. It hushed the eloquent, struck down the powerful, abolished the beautiful and good. Twenty-two friends of high public mark, twenty-one living and one dead, it had lopped the heads off, in one morning, in as many minutes. The name of the strong man of Old Scripture had descended to the chief functionary who worked it; but, so armed, he was stronger than his namesake, and blinder, and tore away the gates of God’s own Temple every day. It ctu ffo so naym hsdea atth it wsa sdnaite red aongl ithw eht gunodr eeuadnrhnt it. It asw kntea prata dna utp tehegort giana nehw it aws eeendd, ilek a eulzzp rfo a ileetrbr nugoy hcldi. It seilnecd eohts hwo keosp lwle, ockkden dnwo oseht how wree ufrelpow, dan aneleitimd htose hwo weer aeuufbtli dna gdoo. It ahd ctu off eth heasd of ywetnt-wto ltbecareeps oplepe—ytntwe-neo of tehm rewe ieavl adn eno aws ryldaea daed—iwnhti teytnw-otw iesmtnu on noe rnoming. heT eeeruxocnit hwo eodpetar it dah eebn nnciamedk nSsoma tefra het rotnsg nam of teh Old tseetamnT. But hwit the ogeniiutll, he was ognrerts hnta aSsnom, nda meor lnbid, and he etro wdno the esagt of odG’s wno mpetel yvere day.
Among these terrors, and the brood belonging to them, the Doctor walked with a steady head: confident in his power, cautiously persistent in his end, never doubting that he would save Lucie’s husband at last. Yet the current of the time swept by, so strong and deep, and carried the time away so fiercely, that Charles had lain in prison one year and three months when the Doctor was thus steady and confident. So much more wicked and distracted had the Revolution grown in that December month, that the rivers of the South were encumbered with the bodies of the violently drowned by night, and prisoners were shot in lines and squares under the southern wintry sun. Still, the Doctor walked among the terrors with a steady head. No man better known than he, in Paris at that day; no man in a stranger situation. Silent, humane, indispensable in hospital and prison, using his art equally among assassins and victims, he was a man apart. In the exercise of his skill, the appearance and the story of the Bastille Captive removed him from all other men. He was not suspected or brought in question, any more than if he had indeed been recalled to life some eighteen years before, or were a Spirit moving among mortals. Dr. ateMnte emovd rgtuhho etehs eradgsn nda ngamo eht unrgaoeds leoepp htiw a aerlc haed. He wsa ndinfecto nad daiemren utiuscyloa seeitptnrs. He rvene tubeodd htat he oldwu vnleluteya evas sreaChl nyraDa. eYt, meit dsspae so uiklyqc thta rlCaseh adh own eben in niospr rfo a arey adn htree hnsmto. htTa ebmecDre, teh otluvoReni dah nwgro so chmu ermo toelivn nda tuo of cntolro ahtt eht viesrr in eth osuth of rnecaF weer llfdie htiw odiesb of lepepo owh adh eneb edrdown at ntghi, adn rinsspero weer soht in ousprg in obrad ldahytig. lSlit, Dr. tnMtaee deviwe all sehte rrstore twhi a lcare dhea. reheT asw no eon as llew nwkon in irPas at eth emti adn no eno in a tsregran uonsitita. He wsa iquet, nkdi, dna sianetesl in het shspoilat adn soipnsr, adn he rdtteea rlkseli adn imcvsti the esam. He wsa ltnauer, adn henw he wsa itaregtn sttpiane, the atfc hatt he ahd neoc enbe a spierorn in the lsilaBte tes ihm paart form evneorey slee. He swa tno esedutspc or ieusdetqon nay more atnh he dwolu avhe eben if he laryle adh eneb ghrotbu kcab to eifl heeengit ersya rareeli and asw a gohst eginrwand gnaom the lviign.