"It was one of your own class whom you struck," said M.de Larombiere; "your victim was a work girl, a poor child who, with the few pence she earned, helped to support her aged grandmother." Salvat's voice became very husky as he answered: "That's really the only thing I regret....

My bomb certainly wasn't meant for her; and may all the workers, all the starvelings, remember that she gave her blood as I'm going to give mine!" In this wise the interrogatory ended amidst profound agitation.

Pierre had felt Guillaume shuddering beside him, whilst the prisoner quietly and obstinately refused to say a word respecting the explosive that had been employed, preferring as he did to assume full responsibility for the deed which was about to cost him his life.

Moreover, Guillaume, on turning round, in compliance with an irresistible impulse, had perceived Victor Mathis still motionless behind him: his elbows ever leaning on the rail of the partition, and his chin still resting on his hands, whilst he listened with silent, concentrated passion.

His face had become yet paler than before, and his eyes glowed as with an avenging fire, whose flames would never more be extinguished.
The interrogatory of the prisoner was followed by a brief commotion in court.
"That Salvat looks quite nice, he has such soft eyes," declared the Princess, whom the proceedings greatly amused.