And the dead"-- she pointed solemnly through the dark casement to the shore--"the dead lie there." La Tribe went.
She stood a moment in thought, and then took the keys from the rough stone window-ledge on which she had laid them when she entered.

As the cold iron touched her fingers she shuddered.

The contact awoke again the horror and misery in which she had groped, a lost thing, when she last felt that chill.
"Take them," she said; and she gave them to Bigot.

"Until my lord can leave his couch they will remain in your charge, and you will answer for all to him.

Go, now, take the light; and in half an hour send Madame Carlat to me." A wave broke heavily on the causeway and ran down seething to the sea; and another and another, filling the room with rhythmical thunders.