writer: "Liberty is the right to love and to be loved."
On the final page, Andre carefully transcribed the last stanza of the poem, Ode to Lady Liberty, which he dedicated to her in the beginning. Judging from the handwriting, it was written around the same time as the line at the end.
In the past, whenever she complained about his overwhelming busyness, he would smile and repeat the famous saying, "A revolutionary only finds rest in his grave." In this verselet, he also joyfully mentioned his desire to carve her lovely name on his tombstone.
As if an ominous omen, he ultimately had neither a grave, nor a tombstone.
Edith slumped onto the icy ground, her heart as lifeless as ashes. She rested her head against the sofa behind her, her gaze vacant as she stared at the wall. She had no strength left, no thoughts remaining.
Since her son''s death, Aunt Adele had lost consciousness. Margot sat desolate by the closed curtains, her face washed with tears.
They no longer felt hunger or fatigue, nor did they perceive the passage of day and night. It wasn''t until the evening of 11th Thermidor that several policemen sent by the Committee of General Security rudely dragged them away.
Andre was mistaken. Driven by his good will to protect them, he had distanced himself from the Percys, but he underestimated the heartlessness of the Thermidorists.
The three women of the Percys, labeled as "accomplices of conspirators Quenet and Philippe Percy", were thrown together into prison.