And, indeed, Clement was wasting away daily; for he had received other injuries, internal and more serious than that to his arm, during the melee which had ended in his capture.

The stranger made Jacques conscious of his presence by a sigh, which was almost a groan.

All three prisoners looked round at the sound.
Clement's face expressed little but scornful indifference; but Virginie's face froze into stony hate.

Jacques said he never saw such a look, and hoped that he never should again.

Yet after that first revelation of feeling, her look was steady and fixed in another direction to that in which the stranger stood,--still motionless--still watching.