{"product_id":"2940013669635","title":"Saint Michael's Gold","description":"Last days in Paris are always eventful, but mine were to be\u003cbr\u003emore eventful than most. I knew it when I wakened, at a late\u003cbr\u003ehour, and found the curt note from Laurent Basse telling of\u003cbr\u003emy denunciation.  \"See Robespierre at once and block an\u003cbr\u003earrest,\" he wrote. \"Meet me at five this afternoon at the\u003cbr\u003eBonnet Rouge.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA glance at the clock and I was out of bed, cursing my heavy\u003cbr\u003eslumber. However, there was some excuse for my eight hours\u003cbr\u003eof exhausted sleep, the first in two days, and I had the\u003cbr\u003esatisfaction of knowing that three more women owed their\u003cbr\u003elives to me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI had been too long under the shadow of denunciation to\u003cbr\u003eworry over possible arrest. Ever since we voted against the\u003cbr\u003eking's death, Paine and the rest of us had been in the same\u003cbr\u003eboat.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI hurried. I had to eat, shave and dress, then stuff my few\u003cbr\u003ebelongings into my pockets and settle\u003cbr\u003eup my bill for lodgings, since there would be no\u003cbr\u003ereturn here. All this behind me, I hastened out to\u003cbr\u003ethe street. The Rue du Bac showed its usual crawling line of\u003cbr\u003ehackney coaches, and I beckoned one. It was past noon of\u003cbr\u003eMonday, the twentieth of May -- a day I was to remember for\u003cbr\u003eits furious happenings.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe morrow would be exactly four months since Louis XVI lost\u003cbr\u003ehis head, in January of this year,1793.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFrom somewhere came darting a street gamin.  He flung a\u003cbr\u003esharp cry at me and in passing thrusta folded newspaper into\u003cbr\u003emy hand; then he ran on without waiting for his money.  I\u003cbr\u003epocketed the paper impatiently as the hackney drew up.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"To the Tuileries -- the convention hall,\" I said.The driver\u003cbr\u003eshrugged amiably.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"It will cost you five hundred francs, citizen!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I'll give you six hundred for speed.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Bah!\" he rejoined, with a laugh and a flourish of his whip.\u003cbr\u003e\"Why worry over speed, citizen, when to-morrow may see you\u003cbr\u003edead?\"","brand":"WDS Publishing","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47070172807408,"sku":"2940013669635","price":2.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013669635_p0.jpg?v=1763584123","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013669635","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}