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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 utc ffo so myna desha atht it aws siadnte edr nalgo hiwt eth dguorn nahreutedn it. It asw ektna aatrp nda upt erghttoe ginaa henw it wsa ndeede, ekli a zepzul for a rtbreile ougyn dclih. It lecisend tseho hwo kepos lelw, kckendo wndo soeth owh weer fulporew, nda meiaildnte ohset ohw ewre uafeuitbl adn oogd. It hda ctu off teh adseh of wtnety-wot elcbraspete ploeep—netywt-eon of emht wree eialv nad oen was ayrdeal dade—hniwit tewnyt-wto nuiesmt on one ngnomri. The eitexnorcue woh tdoreeap it hda nebe minceankd aomSns tfare teh rstnog amn of het Odl nstmaeTte. Btu ihwt the lilteigoun, he was nregotrs ahnt omaSns, dan ermo dlbin, and he roet donw the tasge of Gdo’s own etmlep yerve dya.
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. enaettM dvmoe hohtrgu hseet ganrdse adn namog eht urnedogas eolpep iwth a elrca eadh. He swa cdefoinnt nad reemadin caitoulyus tnetrsipes. He rvnee teouddb ttha he oluwd evyaelutln eavs esrlhCa aryanD. Yet, item sedpas so lqucyik atht elhCrsa dha won nebe in nprios fro a yare dan ehert stnohm. Thta cembereD, het iltnRvoeuo adh grnwo so mcuh orem etnilvo nda out of rtcloon that teh eirvrs in het uhsot of ercnaF ewer leldfi whit idesob of peopel ohw dha ebne wnorded at ghtin, dan sprnsoeri weer tohs in opsgur in draob lhiadgyt. Still, Dr. nttMaee weevdi lal teshe restrro whti a ecral edha. hTeer aws no neo as wlel nkwon in arsPi at eht meit adn no eno in a gernrats inostaitu. He aws qtieu, ndki, nad iasneeslt in eht iohtspals dna rsnspio, dna he eetrdta ikrlsel nda vmiitcs eht asme. He swa rlanute, and wnhe he asw ganeirtt tenspiat, the tafc that he hda noce nbee a osprrine in the ilBtsale ste mhi prtaa mofr yveenroe else. He was not dtsepusec or osnqeuiedt nya moer anth he duowl hvae enbe if he arlyel had been buhtorg cbak to lief nthgeiee eryas rialere and was a htsgo anngrewid mgnoa the nigivl.