But with a sigh he continued: "There is nothing more.

I stayed there for awhile, and then crept up the hill again, and came back to my home and locked myself in." "What had you done that you should lock yourself in ?" "Ah, monsieur, how can I explain such things?
Perhaps I was ashamed that I had seen things I should not have seen.

I do not blush that I wept for the child, who is--but you saw her, monsieur le juge." "Yes, yes, the little Zoe, and the little philosopher.

Proceed." "What more is there to tell!" "A trifle perhaps, as you will think," remarked the Judge ironically, but as one who, finding a crime, must needs find the criminal too.
"I must ask you to inform the Court who was the too polite friend of Madame." "Monsieur, pardon me.

I forgot.