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"I''m just so cowardly in your eyes! All the comrades stay, awaiting the verdict of fate, only I alone, must flee Paris under the shroud of night, like a condemned criminal!" His voice rang out with agitation.

"It''s merely a precaution, Raphael," Edith''s voice was dry. "Even if the Committees really dare to take action, the people will rally all their strength to shield Citizen Danton and Desmoulins. I believe the citizens of the Revolutionary Tribunal will deliver a just verdict!"

Raphael scoffed, "A just verdict! If such a thing still exists, how would Danton and us face the threat of arrest now?"

Charlene braced her arms on the wheelchair armrests, and exchanged a worried glance with her friend. "There''s no more time to hesitate, Brother. Every minute and every second of delay deepens your peril!"

Raphael came to a halt and languidly entered the small room where the pack was placed.

"I''ll go check on him," Edith sighed, gesturing to Charlene.

As Edith closed the door behind her, Saint-Clemont all at once leaned his body against the bookshelf as if drained of vitality. Days of sleep deprivation and spirits had left this former nobleman dizzy and feverish; his present state of health was truly wretched.

"Fate is always deceiving me," he spoke again, his gaze sombre, his voice hoarse and faint. "Once, you told me I was noble, with noble blood flowing through my veins. But later, people dismissed it as a cruel joke. I followed your instructions to engage in noble pursuits, believing for a time that I ha