Of his kindness to us prisoners-- I speak not of us privileged ones, but of our poorer brothers--I could name a thousand acts; and acts say more than words." Dorothea pursed her lips.

"I am not sure.

I think a woman would ask for words too." "Yes, that is so," he caught her up.

"But don't you see that we prisoners are--forgive me--just like women?
I mean, we have learned that we are weak.

For a man that is no easy lesson, Mademoiselle.