e remembered that there were other colleagues and attendants around, forcing himself to regain his unsmiling and stern demeanor.

She slowed down her steps and approached him. This time, she finally experienced that unique duality of Andre''s: in the National Convention, in front of his comrades and enemies, he worked hard to tame his emotions, turning himself into a sharp sword flashing with cool light. Only in their home, in front of her, did he briefly let go of his forceful self-discipline, revealing his tender and romantic nature.

This kind of him made her involuntarily want to get closer. His lips still maintained the relaxed state from just now, although not plump, at this moment looked very soft. She almost had an impulse to kiss on them.

Neither of them spoke, just getting closer to each other, close enough for her to feel his hot breath on her nose.

But then Philippe walked over.

"Andre, we really should depart now," he reminded.

Then the illusion vanished. He regained his indifferent and unapproachable temperament.

Edith and Margot stood with Aunt, watching the carriage disappear into the distance.

"I failed to say it!" the girl thought sadly.

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In the afternoon at Madame Roland''s house, Edith remained in the clouds.

"Is something on your mind, my dear?" Madame Roland noticed her abstraction.

Edith, caught in her own musings, blurted out without context: "He''s gone, but I failed to say it until the end!"

Madame Roland, however, seemed to unders