'I understand that I need tell you nothing of the end of my unhappy parents?
It is only the story of the lost dog.' 'You are right.

I am sufficiently informed of that deplorable affair; it is painful to me.

My nephew, your father, was a man who would not be advised,' said he.

'Tell me, if you please, simply of yourself.' 'I am afraid I must run the risk of harrowing your sensibility in the beginning,' said I, with a bitter smile, 'because my story begins at the foot of the guillotine.

When the list came out that night, and her name was there, I was already old enough, not in years but in sad experience, to understand the extent of my misfortune.