And, Petronelle," she added, "you will see soldiers about the house perhaps." "Soldiers! The good God have mercy!" "Don't be frightened, Petronelle.

But they may ask you questions." "Questions ?" "Yes; about me." "My treasure, my jewel," exclaimed Petronelle in alarm, "have those devils ... ?" "No, no; nothing has happened as yet, but, you know, in these times there is always danger." "Good God! Holy Mary! Mother of God!" "Nothing 'll happen if you try to keep quite calm and do exactly as I tell you.

Go to the kitchen, and wait there until I call you.

If the soldiers come in and question you, if they try to frighten you, remember that we have nothing to fear from men, and that our lives are in God's keeping." All the while that Juliette spoke, she was watching the heap of paper being gradually reduced to ashes.

She tried to fan the flames as best she could, but some of the correspondence was on tough paper, and was slow in being consumed.