Rafael Sabatini

Rafael Sabatini

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Portrait of Rafael Sabatini Rafael Sabatini The Baker of Rousillon (1906)

There was an evil gleam in the patriot's bloodshot eye.
"Now, by St. Guillotine, I would citizen Scævola had heard those words, and you would have done your future baking in another oven, wherein you would have played the rôle of the loaf," he rejoined. "Do you, miserable federalist that you are, dare to apply such terms to an assignat of the French Republic?"
"My friend," said Bonchatel, endeavouring to hedge, "I spoke hastily, maybe. But tell me: to whom shall I tender that paper in my turn? Who will accept it as money?"
"Why, any man that is not a traitor to the Nation."
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Portrait of Rafael Sabatini Rafael Sabatini The Baker of Rousillon (1906)

They greeted Bonchatel with sullen, unfriendly glances, that boded ill. Then, seeing me, Scævola stood forward, and hailed me in the name of the Republic as choicely sent to witness how the Committee of Public Safety of Rousillon dealt with a traitor. He was, I think, the foulest-looking creature to which ever the name of man was applied. Certainly no pride of office had inspired in him a desire for cleanliness. He wore a blouse, greasy, patch-relieved breeches, wooden sabots, and the eternal red cap of the patriot.
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Portrait of Rafael Sabatini Rafael Sabatini The Baker of Rousillon (1906)

Bonchatel inquired meekly.
"We do not buy bread—the children of France do not buy bread from traitors."
"Traitors?" echoed my host. "This to me? Citizens, you are come hither to make merry."
A sardonic grin spread on Scævola's face. "We are come hither to do justice," he amended viciously. "Answer me, citizen: did you an hour ago refuse to accept, in payment for the loaf which he came here to purchase, the assignat tendered you by a citizen of the French Republic?"
"I—refuse an assignat?" gasped Bonchatel like an actor born.
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