So, since the poor fellow entered your cell, he has spent nearly all his time lying on your bed." Amelie gave a sigh that resembled a groan.

She felt--and it was long since she had done so--a tear moisten her eyelids.

Yes! she was loved as she loved, and the lips of a disinterested stranger gave her the proof of it.

At this moment of eternal separation this conviction shone like a diamond of light in its setting of sorrow.
The doors opened one by one before Pere Courtois.

When they reached the last one, Amelie laid her hand on the jailer's shoulder.