Pierre, who was quivering, had drawn close beside her. And Mere-Grand and Bertheroy smiled upon that promise of a future which they would not see, whilst beside Guillaume, whom the sight filled with emotion, were his three big sons, the three young giants, looking quite grave, they who ever laboured and were ever hopeful. Then Marie, with a fine gesture of enthusiasm, stretched out her arms and raised her child aloft, as if offering it in gift to the huge city.
"See, Jean! see, little one," she cried, "it's you who'll reap it all, who'll store the whole crop in the barn!"
And Paris flared-Paris, which the divine sun had sown with light, and where in glory waved the great future harvest of Truth and of Justice.
THE END