Far more dreadful things were done then than this which Bezers threatened--even if he meant it literally--far more dreadful things were suffered.

But in the fiendish ingenuity of his vengeance on her, the helpless, loving woman, I thought Raoul de Bezers stood alone.

Alas! it fares ill with the butterfly when the cat has struck it down.

Ill indeed! Madame Claude rose and put her arms round the girl, dismissing me by a gesture.

I went out, passing through two or three scared servants, and made at once for the terrace.