of fatigue or haggardness despite staying up all night.

As they reached Edith, he seemed to relax slightly, bending down with a smile and asking, "May I have an orange to eat, Citizeness Travis?"

Edith was taken aback by his sudden display of closeness in front of others. She glared at him bewilderedly before picking out the smallest orange and placing it in his outstretched hand.

"Thank you. I''m terribly thirsty," Andre beamed contentedly.

Seeing him so at ease, Edith felt her earlier guard slip away all at once and couldn''t help but feel angry at him.

"Come home with us, Eddie," Philippe naturally used ''us'', clearly not intending to end their lively conversation.

"I don''t want to," Edith pouted, turning her head away.

Lost in his buoyant enthusiasm, Philippe didn''t attempt to persuade her with his elder brother''s authority. He soon walked away with Andre.

They had not been gone for long when Lucile''s husband, Camille Desmoulins, appeared not far away. He stood there nodding goodbye to his colleagues before hurrying over to them, almost trotting.

Camille stood close to his wife, showing concern for her well-being as the two of them spoke continuously with gentle and joyful tones. Edith almost felt as if, had she not been there, he would have eagerly leaned down to kiss Lucile deeply.

"You take Edith home with you first, Camille," Lucile said to her husband. "I''ll finish up this paragraph here and then come back with Citizeness Danton. If I leave now, my train of thought will be disrupt