I was ready to fly for my life when a hand touched my arm, and a gentle voice said: "'Come with me, miss, I will protect you.'" John trembles with emotion.
"Then you have heard her speak! Oh, what bliss that would be for me--my mother, my poor mother who has suffered so long." "When I looked in her face I knew I could trust her.

Besides, her garb reassured me." "Her garb ?" wonderingly.
"Yes.

She was dressed as a Sister of Charity or some other order in Paris.

Willingly I followed her to an adjoining house.

She begged me to sit down and await the vehicle.