“Lookathim，thepoor，beaten，swollen，stupefiedboy，“saidNaudin，solemnly，pointingtoLouis，whosatonhischair，weepingandtremblinginallhislimbs——“lookathim，citizen，andthendonotaskmeagainwhatyouhavedonethatisnotproper。“
“Well，buthedeservesnothingbetter，“criedSimon，withasneer。
“Heisthesonoftheshe-wolf，MadameVeto。“
“Heisahumanbeing，“saidDoctorNaudin，solemnly，“andheis，besides，ahelplessboy，whomtheone，indivisible，andrighteousrepublicdeprivedofhisfatherandmother，andputunderyourcaretobeeducatedasifhewereasonofyourown。Iaskyou，citizen，wouldyouhavestruckasonofyourownasyoujuststruckthisboy？“
Aloud，convulsivesobcamefromthebedonwhichJeanneMarielay，andentirelyconfusedanddisturbedSimon。