Her husband, therefore, took her place by Victor's bedside in readiness to hold him down should he try to get up in his ravings, while the good woman ladled out a basin of the broth and placed it with a piece of bread and some wine on the table.

Harry forced himself to drink it, and when he rose from the table he already felt the benefit of the meal.
"Thank you very much," he said.

"I feel stronger now; but how I am to tell the story I do not know.

But I must make quite certain before I go to these poor girls that their parents were killed.
Three or four were spared at the Abbaye.

Possibly it may have been the same thing at the Bicetre." So Harry went back and waited outside the prison until the bloody work was over; but found on questioning those who came out when all was done that the thirst for blood had increased with killing, and that all the prisoners found in the Bicetre had been put to death.
"Ma foi!" the man whom he was speaking to said; "but these accursed aristocrats have courage.