I should think little of my life, could I give it to promote the one, or secure the other." "Tell me then, I conjure you, who are they who have desired you to beg for the lives of these Vendean rebels," and as he spoke, he leapt from his chair, and putting his hand upon her shoulder, looked sternly into her face.
"As God is my judge--" "Bah! if neither love of your country or of me, nor yet fear of the punishment due to traitors, will keep you true," (and he slightly shook her with his hand, as he slowly uttered the last fearful words), "the judgment of God will not have much effect upon you." "True!" said the poor girl, almost confounded with her horror at the charge against her, amid the violence of the man.

"True! Oh! Sir, for mercy's sake, tell me what it is of which you accuse me--tell me what it is that I have done.

No man has spoken of you behind your back words which you might not yourself have heard.

No man has desired me to ask you to spare the rebels.

No man has even dared to hint to me, that I should do or say ought in opposition to you." "Some woman has done it then," said he.
"My God! that you should think so foully of me! No, Sir, neither man, nor woman, nor child.