ave seen them. You are right, in September there was a disgusting massacre. But are these women, these children not also victims of a massacre? Is this slow, soul-tearing slaughter not even more cruel than the momentary pain inflicted by blade and axe? "
Madame Roland seemed somewhat shaken. She looked serious and leaned back slightly on the chair.
"You are deliberately disregarding the suffering on the other side! I respect you, but I must say this: you lack justness!" Edith dropped the sentence, rushing out of Madame Roland''s mansion.
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That evening, as Margot pushed open the door to her bedroom, she was greeted by the sight of her sister sitting on the edge of the bed in her nightgown, her eyes swollen and red from weeping.
"I yelled at her like that! Madame must hate me now! I don''t think she''ll ever let me in again!" Edith''s expression was one of utmost dejection.
"Oh, my poor sister. I don''t think Madame Roland will mind for too long," Margot couldn''t help but feel a pang of sympathy. She put down the candle and sat down beside her sister on the bed, wrapping her arm around Edith''s shoulders.
"But Margot, I don''t regret what I said! I still believe that my understanding of liberty is more profound than that of Madame''s! "Edith''s voice was choked with emotion.
"I believe you. You know I''m always on your side," Margot soothed her as she ran her fingers through Edith''s tousled hair.
Edith clung to Margot''s waist, sniffling and pouting. "Sister, tonight I want to sleep with you. Like when we were little, squeezed together on one bed. Is that okay?"
Margot smiled resignedly.
Edith buried her head in Margot''s soft bosom, just as she did in their childhood. She had cried tired, soon drifting off to sleep.
In the darkness, Margot kissed Edith''s forehead. "Goodnight, my dear Edith."
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The Jacobin Club was packed that evening.
Philippe sat in a seat on the edge, while Edith pushed Charlene''s wheelchair, insisting on standing by his side in the aisle.
Andre followed Robespierre onto the stage to deliver a speech against Roland.
"...but Roland has retreated," he spoke calmly, hardly gl