I remember but the one circumstance of my flight--it was my last view of my last pretty mamma.

Shall I describe it to you ?' I asked the Count, with a sudden fierceness.
'Avoid unpleasant details,' observed my great-uncle gently.
At these words a sudden peace fell upon me.

I had been angry with the man before; I had not sought to spare him; and now, in a moment, I saw that there was nothing to spare.

Whether from natural heartlessness or extreme old age, the soul was not at home; and my benefactor, who had kept the fire lit in my room for a month past--my only relative except Alain, whom I knew already to be a hired spy--had trodden out the last sparks of hope and interest.
'Certainly,' said I; 'and, indeed, the day for them is nearly over.

I was taken to Monsieur de Culemberg's,--I presume, sir, that you know the Abbe de Culemberg ?' He indicated assent without opening his eyes.
'He was a very brave and a very learned man--' 'And a very holy one,' said my uncle civilly.
'And a very holy one, as you observe,' I continued.