Who are you, to dare compare yourself with Count Larinski?
Be silent! Do I believe in Samuel Brohl?
I do not know Samuel Brohl.

I venture my head that there is no such person as Samuel Brohl." "Not much of a venture, mademoiselle," replied M.Moriaz, who had arrived in the meantime.
Antoinette remained during an hour in a state of mute languor; then a violent fever took possession of her.

When the physician who had been sent for arrived, M.Langis accompanied him into the chamber of the sick girl.

She was delirious: seated upright, she kept continually passing her hand over her brow; she sought to efface the taint of a kiss she had received one moonlight night, and the impression in her hair of the flapping of a bat's wings that had caught in her hood.

These two things were confounded in her memory.