to sense his mother''s sorrow too, for he suddenly grimaced and started bawling.
Lucile quickly spoke up to soothe the child, but suddenly choked up herself and hastily covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief.
"Sorry, what is wrong with me? I think my heart is just too chaotic!" The young mother, with red eyes, tried her best to give a smile.
Edith could only clumsily touch the light-coloured curls of little Horace. When she was with children, she always found it hard to be as collected as Charlene and her sister Margot.
Luckily, the young Madame Danton hurriedly arrived with the child from her husband''s previous marriage. She stooped down and spoke to the boy, "Look at you, Horace! Shame on you! You made mama unhappy with your crying! Now hurry wipe away your tears like a little man and take your brother to play!"
This little woman of seventeen had a unique magic on kids with her childlike voice and face. The little boy of the Desmoulins soon stopped crying and led the other little bit to the corner to crouch down.
"There will soon be a committee of amnesty, Lucile. Georges promised me he would make it." Lovely Louise sat on the edge of the bed, holding onto Lucile''s hands folded on her skirt, her voice laddish yet resolute.
"Let''s hope so, my friends! Let''s hope so!" Lucile couldn''t help but embrace the two of them.
When she saw Edith off, Lucile kissed her cheek and reminded her, "You should also r