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36 He's crying!

give you opium, but I pour burning liquor on your bleeding wounds, and I will continue to do so until you realize your rights and your duties, until you are free, until you are happy. Yes, in spite of your frivolousness, you will be happy, you will be happy, or I shall cease to existHe ends, his cheeks streaming with tears, his voice broken with sobs.]

cheeks are running with tears! How funny he is!

[half laughing, the other half applauding]'s a real friend of the people! Long live MaratThey surround him, put him on their shoulders and, in spite of his struggles, carry him about.]

[catching sight of a little girl who is looking at , her eyes full of tears]'s the trouble, little one? You're crying, tooThe Little Girl keeps her eyes fixed on '', whose bearers have now allowed him to alight. She runs to him.'']

[to , her hands clasped]'t cry! Don't cry!

[looking at her] is it, little one?

't be unhappy, please! We'll be better, I promise, we won't be cowards any more. We won't lie; we'll be good, I swear''The Crowd laughs.  motions those near him to be silent, and not interrupt the Little Girl. , who is seated, assumes a different expression as he listens to her. His face brightens, and he looks tenderly at the child, and takes her hands in his.'']

do you cry?