He had fallen upon Marc Antoine's neck, and was embracing him.
"My letters to my father and to Robespierre," the astute Marc Antoine had said.
From under his pillow he drew Marc Antoine's letter to Robespierre.
"Don't let such trifles get you down," said Marc with a crooked half-smile.
Marc Polder had faded back into the crowd at the first sound of the siren.