l''s blonde hair were disheveled from the rush, and the lamplight cast a faint yellow halo upon his pale cheeks. The handsome faces of these two young men, pressed close to each other, were so strikingly similar, yet their temperaments were in stark contrast: one exuded an air of haughty coldness, suppressing a burning fury within, while the other wretched and desolate, consumed by despair.
"You madman," There was a quaver in Raphael''s voice as he confronted Andre, "are you really going to murder Danton with them? How much more blood do you need to satisfy yourself?!"
"This is none of your concern," Andre indifferently brushed Raphael''s hand away.
"None of my concern?! She cares about us!" Raphael roared with gritted teeth.
"You hold yourself too highly, Citizen Saint-Clemont," Andre coldly pushed him aside and proceeded on his path.
"She will never forgive you! You Robespierre''s court executioner! Where are you going? To write accusations against us? Or to issue our arrest warrants? Ah?!" Raphael caught up, forcibly placing a hand against Andre''s chest, halting his steps. "The guillotine is also awaiting you, Andre Quenet!"
For an instant, a glimpse of almost murderous intent flickered in Andre''s eyes. He grabbed Raphael''s hand pressed on his clothes.
"Cease touching my body with your hand, Saint-Clemont," his voice as cold as a blade, "you''ll be sorry for it."
He forcefully shook off Raphael''s arm and strode into the shadows. The former noble youth, following Andre''s movement, swayed in place for a few moments, then leaned against the brick wall, dazed and despondent.
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In the parlor, Fiona finally laid eyes upon the Marquis de Sèvremont, the one she had yearned for day and night. Clad in a structured tailored British suit, he stood with legs apart, his figure towering even more magnificently.
Through the fence, the Marquis observed the changes in the young girl with great interest, accompanied by a stylish young gentleman, whose hair was cropped quite short.
"Are you here to take me home, Monsieur the Marquis?" she gazed at her noble father in awe.
The Marquis paused, then burst into hearty laughter. "How could you long for h