"You have taken them between you; and as I do not choose that you should pay, he will pay the price." If the discovery that Tignonville had fallen into her husband's hands had not sufficed to crush her, Count Hannibal's tone must have done so.

The shoot of new life which had raised its head after those dreadful days in Paris, and--for she was young--had supported her under the weight which the peril of Angers had cast on her shoulders, died, withered under the heel of his brutality.

The pride which had supported her, which had won Tavannes' admiration and exacted his respect, sank, as she sank herself, bowed to her horse's neck, weeping bitter tears before him.

She abandoned herself to her misery, as she had once abandoned herself in the upper room in Paris.
And he looked at her.

He had willed to crush her; he had his will, and he was not satisfied.