You had to come yourself and get food for him ?' She clutched at the handrail of the bridge, and for an instant clung to it for support.

Her face, from which the shawl had fallen, glimmered white in the shadow of the trees.

At last I had shaken her pride.

At last! 'What is your price ?' she murmured faintly.
'I am going to tell you,' I replied, speaking so that every word might fall distinctly on her ears, and sating my eyes the while on her proud face.

I had never dreamed of such revenge as this! 'About a fortnight ago, M.de Cocheforet left here at night with a little orange-coloured sachet in his possession.' She uttered a stifled cry, and drew herself stiffly erect.
'It contained--but there, Mademoiselle, you know its contents,' I went on.