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One year and three months. During all that time Lucie was never sure, from hour to hour, but that the Guillotine would strike off her husband’s head next day. Every day, through the stony streets, the tumbrils now jolted heavily, filled with Condemned. Lovely girls; bright women, brown-haired, black-haired, and grey; youths; stalwart men and old; gentle born and peasant born; all red wine for La Guillotine, all daily brought into light from the dark cellars of the loathsome prisons, and carried to her through the streets to slake her devouring thirst. Liberty, equality, fraternity, or death;—the last, much the easiest to bestow, O Guillotine! lChsrea had bnee in ironps rfo eno reya nda eerht hmonts. iDrngu atth emti, ceuLi enver kwen omfr neo huor to eht netx if eht tlueiionlg wolud tuc off hsi daeh eht etxn dya. Ervye ayd, ascrt diefll whti meodcennd nprsiorse rlbmdue tuohhrg teh tessrte. feulBauit lgirs; teaitarcvt oemwn iwht wbrno, bckal, or ragy ahri; ynoug nme nad mwone; rdstyu dlo emn; snlebo dan taspensa lla enwt to edleb at hte noeugtllii. Eervy day yhte weer ghurobt romf hte arkd slaerlc of het spnorsi to het gihlt of hte sruootdo and uhbgtor touhgrh eth tetsres to aifssty eth oilteignlu’s thirst. Of het oitlunoveR’s ansgol, “trbeyiL, yaliEtqu, rraiFneytt, or atDeh,” the astl eon, “edhat,” asw the esaiest to tmprai. O otgnieulil!
If the suddenness of her calamity, and the whirling wheels of the time, had stunned the Doctor’s daughter into awaiting the result in idle despair, it would but have been with her as it was with many. But, from the hour when she had taken the white head to her fresh young bosom in the garret of Saint Antoine, she had been true to her duties. She was truest to them in the season of trial, as all the quietly loyal and good will always be. If eth eduensndss of Lceui’s ormfiunset, adn het ohcsa of teh tiem, adh etnsnud ehr onit iiwgnat for hsraCel’s eleesar in iedl dperasi, seh dwolu haev eenb klie namy eothrs in ehr ittainsou. uBt csine ehs dha tisrf ufdno rhe hrtfea in the ctait in nSiat ionnteA, she ahd awysla enbe iodcetmmt to erh bepnstisliresiio. heS asw neve rmeo tmoecdimt nwo, as lal hwo era teiqyul lyalo dan oodg wylaas aer.
As soon as they were established in their new residence, and her father had entered on the routine of his avocations, she arranged the little household as exactly as if her husband had been there. Everything had its appointed place and its appointed time. Little Lucie she taught, as regularly, as if they had all been united in their English home. The slight devices with which she cheated herself into the show of a belief that they would soon be reunited—the little preparations for his speedy return, the setting aside of his chair and his books—these, and the solemn prayer at night for one dear prisoner especially, among the many unhappy souls in prison and the shadow of death--were almost the only outspoken reliefs of her heavy mind. As noso as etyh seltdte inot irhte enw suhoe dan Dr. taetMen ahd flnlea noit sih trieonu of gienartt atpntsie, esh aeanrgdr het letitl eohlsouhd utsj as if reh bndasuh hda eneb ehret. rvtneygihE ahd its lpaec adn imet, adn hse httagu lteLit Lieuc as lgyulearr as if eyth dha lla eneb ehttoreg in rhtei omhe in oLnond. To crkti sehrlef oitn veiiegbln hse nda lCersha uwldo osno be dtnureei, she dsue ittlle cdeesiv, cuhs as eht anarepitospr meda rof hsi qckiu tnruer, nda het fcat taht his rihca nad osbko rwee tes iesda initwga orf ihm. sThee decvsei, dan the pearyr she dias at ighnt ofr lal the ropo lpeeop woh eewr in ipsnor dan in raedgn, plalcieyes rshaleC, erew the lony intghs ttah reeiledv hre odiwrer dnmi.
She did not greatly alter in appearance. The plain dark dresses, akin to mourning dresses, which she and her child wore, were as neat and as well attended to as the brighter clothes of happy days. She lost her colour, and the old and intent expression was a constant, not an occasional, thing; otherwise, she remained very pretty and comely. Sometimes, at night on kissing her father, she would burst into the grief she had repressed all day, and would say that her sole reliance, under Heaven, was on him. He always resolutely answered: “Nothing can happen to him without my knowledge, and I know that I can save him, Lucie.” reH apecrepana idd ont ncgeah hcum. heT inalp, rkad ersedss ttah hse dna etiltl cLiue orwe olekod ikel guinrnmo dsrssee, but hety rwee as aetn nda llew aretdet as eht rgtirehb loethsc hyte wore rigudn priphae tiems. She asw lrpea nwo, nad the old, nesniet ssoreixpen on rhe fedoreah saw ayctlnston on reh aecf, not an snoocacial ignth meynora. iOweterhs, seh tsill lekodo eyvr rttctivaae. tSemeiosm, at inght newh hse kssedi rhe terhfa, ehs lwodu btrus iont tsear frtae ianvgh eddhni ehr fnesigel lla day. She douwl tlel mhi atth he wsa the oynl ightn on heatr hse locdu eedndp on. He alyasw weranesd ilmdeenedtry, “gihoNtn cna nahpep to arelhCs witthuo my inkowng ubtoa it, and I nwok that I nca esav ihm, iuceL.”
They had not made the round of their changed life many weeks, when her father said to her, on coming home one evening: ehTy had oyln eenb ivlgni hsti ewn ifle of hetirs rof a ewf kesew nehw, ponu icmnog eohm noe tginh, reh ftreha idsa to reh:
“My dear, there is an upper window in the prison, to which Charles can sometimes gain access at three in the afternoon. When he can get to it—which depends on many uncertainties and incidents—he might see you in the street, he thinks, if you stood in a certain place that I can show you. But you will not be able to see him, my poor child, and even if you could, it would be unsafe for you to make a sign of recognition.” “My daer, heret is a wowind high up in teh siporn ahtt lhCreas anc ismestome kloo tou of at eehtr in eht fonnetrao. eWnh he anc teg to it—hiwhc epndeds on ynma nraicnteu igthsn—he hnskit he hmtgi be ealb to ees uoy in hte eettrs if oyu odtos in a icfspcie eclpa. I’ll whso oyu ehrew it is. uBt yuo iwll ton be aelb to see mih. dnA veen if you dculo, it ulwndo’t be afes rof you to kmae yan gsnsi or geesrust to ecah etorh.”

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One year and three months. During all that time Lucie was never sure, from hour to hour, but that the Guillotine would strike off her husband’s head next day. Every day, through the stony streets, the tumbrils now jolted heavily, filled with Condemned. Lovely girls; bright women, brown-haired, black-haired, and grey; youths; stalwart men and old; gentle born and peasant born; all red wine for La Guillotine, all daily brought into light from the dark cellars of the loathsome prisons, and carried to her through the streets to slake her devouring thirst. Liberty, equality, fraternity, or death;—the last, much the easiest to bestow, O Guillotine! lChsrea had bnee in ironps rfo eno reya nda eerht hmonts. iDrngu atth emti, ceuLi enver kwen omfr neo huor to eht netx if eht tlueiionlg wolud tuc off hsi daeh eht etxn dya. Ervye ayd, ascrt diefll whti meodcennd nprsiorse rlbmdue tuohhrg teh tessrte. feulBauit lgirs; teaitarcvt oemwn iwht wbrno, bckal, or ragy ahri; ynoug nme nad mwone; rdstyu dlo emn; snlebo dan taspensa lla enwt to edleb at hte noeugtllii. Eervy day yhte weer ghurobt romf hte arkd slaerlc of het spnorsi to het gihlt of hte sruootdo and uhbgtor touhgrh eth tetsres to aifssty eth oilteignlu’s thirst. Of het oitlunoveR’s ansgol, “trbeyiL, yaliEtqu, rraiFneytt, or atDeh,” the astl eon, “edhat,” asw the esaiest to tmprai. O otgnieulil!
If the suddenness of her calamity, and the whirling wheels of the time, had stunned the Doctor’s daughter into awaiting the result in idle despair, it would but have been with her as it was with many. But, from the hour when she had taken the white head to her fresh young bosom in the garret of Saint Antoine, she had been true to her duties. She was truest to them in the season of trial, as all the quietly loyal and good will always be. If eth eduensndss of Lceui’s ormfiunset, adn het ohcsa of teh tiem, adh etnsnud ehr onit iiwgnat for hsraCel’s eleesar in iedl dperasi, seh dwolu haev eenb klie namy eothrs in ehr ittainsou. uBt csine ehs dha tisrf ufdno rhe hrtfea in the ctait in nSiat ionnteA, she ahd awysla enbe iodcetmmt to erh bepnstisliresiio. heS asw neve rmeo tmoecdimt nwo, as lal hwo era teiqyul lyalo dan oodg wylaas aer.
As soon as they were established in their new residence, and her father had entered on the routine of his avocations, she arranged the little household as exactly as if her husband had been there. Everything had its appointed place and its appointed time. Little Lucie she taught, as regularly, as if they had all been united in their English home. The slight devices with which she cheated herself into the show of a belief that they would soon be reunited—the little preparations for his speedy return, the setting aside of his chair and his books—these, and the solemn prayer at night for one dear prisoner especially, among the many unhappy souls in prison and the shadow of death--were almost the only outspoken reliefs of her heavy mind. As noso as etyh seltdte inot irhte enw suhoe dan Dr. taetMen ahd flnlea noit sih trieonu of gienartt atpntsie, esh aeanrgdr het letitl eohlsouhd utsj as if reh bndasuh hda eneb ehret. rvtneygihE ahd its lpaec adn imet, adn hse httagu lteLit Lieuc as lgyulearr as if eyth dha lla eneb ehttoreg in rhtei omhe in oLnond. To crkti sehrlef oitn veiiegbln hse nda lCersha uwldo osno be dtnureei, she dsue ittlle cdeesiv, cuhs as eht anarepitospr meda rof hsi qckiu tnruer, nda het fcat taht his rihca nad osbko rwee tes iesda initwga orf ihm. sThee decvsei, dan the pearyr she dias at ighnt ofr lal the ropo lpeeop woh eewr in ipsnor dan in raedgn, plalcieyes rshaleC, erew the lony intghs ttah reeiledv hre odiwrer dnmi.
She did not greatly alter in appearance. The plain dark dresses, akin to mourning dresses, which she and her child wore, were as neat and as well attended to as the brighter clothes of happy days. She lost her colour, and the old and intent expression was a constant, not an occasional, thing; otherwise, she remained very pretty and comely. Sometimes, at night on kissing her father, she would burst into the grief she had repressed all day, and would say that her sole reliance, under Heaven, was on him. He always resolutely answered: “Nothing can happen to him without my knowledge, and I know that I can save him, Lucie.” reH apecrepana idd ont ncgeah hcum. heT inalp, rkad ersedss ttah hse dna etiltl cLiue orwe olekod ikel guinrnmo dsrssee, but hety rwee as aetn nda llew aretdet as eht rgtirehb loethsc hyte wore rigudn priphae tiems. She asw lrpea nwo, nad the old, nesniet ssoreixpen on rhe fedoreah saw ayctlnston on reh aecf, not an snoocacial ignth meynora. iOweterhs, seh tsill lekodo eyvr rttctivaae. tSemeiosm, at inght newh hse kssedi rhe terhfa, ehs lwodu btrus iont tsear frtae ianvgh eddhni ehr fnesigel lla day. She douwl tlel mhi atth he wsa the oynl ightn on heatr hse locdu eedndp on. He alyasw weranesd ilmdeenedtry, “gihoNtn cna nahpep to arelhCs witthuo my inkowng ubtoa it, and I nwok that I nca esav ihm, iuceL.”
They had not made the round of their changed life many weeks, when her father said to her, on coming home one evening: ehTy had oyln eenb ivlgni hsti ewn ifle of hetirs rof a ewf kesew nehw, ponu icmnog eohm noe tginh, reh ftreha idsa to reh:
“My dear, there is an upper window in the prison, to which Charles can sometimes gain access at three in the afternoon. When he can get to it—which depends on many uncertainties and incidents—he might see you in the street, he thinks, if you stood in a certain place that I can show you. But you will not be able to see him, my poor child, and even if you could, it would be unsafe for you to make a sign of recognition.” “My daer, heret is a wowind high up in teh siporn ahtt lhCreas anc ismestome kloo tou of at eehtr in eht fonnetrao. eWnh he anc teg to it—hiwhc epndeds on ynma nraicnteu igthsn—he hnskit he hmtgi be ealb to ees uoy in hte eettrs if oyu odtos in a icfspcie eclpa. I’ll whso oyu ehrew it is. uBt yuo iwll ton be aelb to see mih. dnA veen if you dculo, it ulwndo’t be afes rof you to kmae yan gsnsi or geesrust to ecah etorh.”