You are forgetting that he has rescued you from the guillotine, dragged you out of the very jaws of death.

Do you think that to forsake him now would be a fair, an honest return ?" "But name of a name," rasped the Vicomte, "does he not say that he is far from despairing?
His position is not half so dangerous as ours.

If we are taken, there will be an end of us.

With him matters are far from being so bad.

He is one of the rabble himself, and the rabble will look after its own." She rose impatiently.
"Monsieur, I am afraid the subject is not one that we may profitably discuss.