As the Girondin party in Normandy stumbled and fell apart, a young girl from Caen, Charlotte Corday, headed to Paris, either to save or avenge those she considered martyrs of the Republic. She whipped up her enthusiasm herself by admiring the heroines in the plays of Corneille.
And believing that Marat was the genius behind despotism, anarchy, and murder, she had resolved to kill him. The evening of Sunday July 13, 1793 she insisted she be received by him. He was in the bathtub he stayed in much of the time, since an inflammatory illness devoured him. A plank placed across it held up the inkwell and the sheets of paper he still blackened with his ideas and his fever. She spoke a few words to him and stuck a knife in his heart. He gave out a cry, called for his companion Simone Evrard, and died.
Charlotte Corday, having made the sacrifice of her own life in order to sacrifice a life she judged villainous, didn’t even think of fleeing. Before the revolutionary tribunal she explained her act in a few clear words of a heroic and fatal simplicity that attested to the petty proportions she had reduced the problem of the Revolution. Beautiful, young, modest, and proud, wrapped for her journey to the gallows in the red shirt of parricides, she left in the eyes of the people a strange vision of nobility, heroism, and blood, and in many hearts an unknown disquiet. She had killed Marat, but above all she had killed the Gironde. Who could take seriously the Girondin declamations against the Maratists and the assassins? After the assassinated Lepeletier, the assassinated Marat. It was those denounced as murderers who were struck in the heart. Even among those who were prejudiced against Marat anger and hatred were succeeded by surprise and a kind of pity. One of the gears of Girondin propaganda was smashed.
Jean Jaures - A Socialist History of the French Revolution (translated by Mitchell Abidor)