The Sword of Honor; or, The Foundation of the French Republic: A Tale of The French RevolutionSue, Eugène
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The Sword of Honor; or, The Foundation of the French Republic: A Tale of The French Revolution
Sue, Eugène
France -- History -- Revolution, 1789-1799 -- Fiction
"Ah, dear mother," was John's answer, "I understand, I overlook the
prejudices of which you accuse yourself. What causes them, what even
often justifies them, is the faults of so many of the disinherited,
unhappy ones, who, sunk in misery, in ignorance, and abandonment, have
fallen prey to the fatal vices that are nearly always engendered by
these conditions. So, do you know what has been my motive in wishing to
succeed Master Gervais in his smithy, where a score or so of apprentices
are always employed? It is to form in our shop a sort of practical
school of industrious, upright, and efficient workmen, jealous of their
rights as citizens, but also imbued with a sense of their public duties.
I hope to render still more fervent, still more glowing, their love for
their country, and for the Republic. I wish, in associating them with my
labors, to make them associated with the benefits thereof. I hope, in
short, to watch with fatherly solicitude over my young apprentices. I
shall choose orphans wherever possible, to the end of giving them a
family, and bringing them up good republicans. I have not, have I,
Charlotte, presumed too much upon you, in counting on your help for
these poor boys?"
"Ah, count also on my co-operation, my dear John," exclaimed Madam
Desmarais, her eyes filling with tears. "I now understand the grandeur,
the usefulness, the holiness of the task which you impose upon yourself
for the benefit of your apprentices and workmen. You seek to educate
them; you charge yourself with the molding of their characters!"
Gertrude, entering at that moment, said to the young workman:
"Monsieur Desmarais knows that you are here, Monsieur Lebrenn. He asks
you to wait for him. He will be in directly."
"Mother," said Charlotte sadly, "grievous as is the dissimulation, I
believe there is every necessity for us not to inform father as yet of
our resolve to live apart from him after my wedding."
"I am not of your opinion, my dear Charlotte," objected John, whose
candidness would have suffered under the reticence. "At any rate, we
have time to consider the matter. But it is necessary to decide, before
Monsieur Desmarais comes in on how to convey to Monsieur Hubert the
proposal I made to you, dear mother."
"Dear John," replied Madam Desmarais, "I have a secure means of
communication with him. But should my letter indeed be intercepted, and
your name be found in it, do you not fear to be compromised?"
"Should they seize your letter, it will not injure me in the slightest.
The attempt I make is loyal. I accept proudly the responsibility
attached to it, the same as, this very morning, I took upon myself the
responsibility, still more serious on the face of it, of giving an
Emigrant who had sought refuge with me the means, not of escaping
justice--my duty would not permit that--but of leaving our house. Thanks
to me, the ex-Count of Plouernel was able, without molestation, to gain
a safe retreat."
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