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Rh little fellow with the cockade? Pass, comrade.

[pointing to  is with me.

, you, too, citizen Robert Pierre.

[fatuously the power of eloquence, my friend looks at him with a bitter smile, sighs, and follows him without a word.]

[going to 's going on here?

way!

's that, you rascal? What are you doing here?

[emphatically am watching over the nation—over the thoughts of the nation.

are you talking about? Have you any papers? Who stationed you here?

.

home!

am home. My home is the street. I have no home. You go home yourself. Get off my side-walkHe makes a step toward  with a threat.]

! No quarreling, now. I refuse to waste my time squabbling with a drunkard. Now, I shall continue on my rounds. These cursed vagabonds! And these barricades—they spring up out of the ground, like mushrooms; and the streets are full of these fellows! They think of nothing but fighting! If they were let alone, there would be no king tomorrowHe goes out with his men.]