There were some that wept too.

There was a childhood! All the time Monsieur de Culemberg kept his eye on me, and would have had me out of the _Abbaye_ and in his own protection, but my "pretty mammas" one after another resisted the idea.

Where could I be safer?
they argued; and what was to become of them without the darling of the prison?
Well, it was soon shown how safe I was! The dreadful day of the massacre came; the prison was overrun; none paid attention to me, not even the last of my "pretty mammas," for she had met another fate.

I was wandering distracted, when I was found by some one in the interests of Monsieur de Culemberg.

I understand he was sent on purpose; I believe, in order to reach the interior of the prison, he had set his hand to nameless barbarities: such was the price paid for my worthless, whimpering little life! He gave me his hand; it was wet, and mine was reddened; he led me unresisting.