killed so many innocent people, he''ll definitely bring our family ill fortune!"

"If you really still care about me as your son, then please stop damaging Andre''s repute and belittling our friendship!" Philippe paced indignantly around the room with heavy footsteps.

"Those moderates work hard to pave the way for the British, using clemency as an excuse to deceive the people!" The young man of single-minded courage flung his sleeve. "You listened to Danton''s nonsense? Did you think he''s a good man? He gormandizes on bribes from foreigners and conspirators, fooling around with prostitutes, yet shamelessly talks big about virtues and justice on the podium! Desmoulins'' quill has long forgotten to sing praises of liberty and the Republic, only to flatter the British and aristocrats!"

The old woman murmured ruefully, "I don''t know what Marat, what Danton, and I don''t understand this and that ism you all talk about all day long! I am old, I just want to live peacefully! Is that so wrong?"

Edith wavered for a moment but did not enter the door.

She unexpectedly bumped into Andre at the corner. He looked particularly fatigued, but it didn''t seem like it was due to his usual work.

"Andre! What are you doing here?" She was slightly uneasy, avoiding eye contact, unsure how much of the conversation from the room he had heard.

"I came back to fetch some materials," he looked crestfallen, "Where have you been?"

Edith hesitated and then answered in a low voice, "I went to visit Citizeness Desmoulins."

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