The more moving sights, however, were the milliner's bonnet-box, which had remained uninjured, and a glass jar in which something white and vague was preserved in spirits of wine.

This was one of the poor errand girl's little hands, which had been severed at the wrist.

The authorities had been unable to place her poor ripped body on the table, and so they had brought that hand! At last Salvat rose, and the presiding judge began to interrogate him.
The contrast in the aspect of the court then acquired tragic force: in the shrouding shade upon one hand were the jurors, their minds already made up beneath the pressure of public terror, while in the full, vivid light on the other side was the prisoner, alone and woeful, charged with all the crimes of his race.

Four gendarmes watched over him.

He was addressed by M.de Larombiere in a tone of contempt and disgust.