A warning that such deeds as these against God's creatures...

Oh, you may sneer, monsieur, but they are God's creatures, even as you or I--neither more nor less, deeply though the reflection may wound your pride, In His eyes..." "Of your charity, spare me a sermon, M.l'abbe!" "You mock, monsieur.

You laugh.

Will you laugh, I wonder, when God presents His reckoning to you for the blood and plunder with which your hands are full ?" "Monsieur!" The word, sharp as the crack of a whip, was from M.
de Chabrillane, who bounded to his feet.

But instantly the Marquis repressed him.
"Sit down, Chevalier.