I was cast out for dead.".
She flashed him a searching glance, as though she sought to read his thoughts, and to ascertain whether he indeed believed what he was saying.
"Cast out for dead ?" she echoed.

"And by whose contrivance?
By mine, M.la Boulaye.

When they were cutting you down they discovered that you were not dead, and but that I bribed the men to keep it secret and carry you to Duhamel's house, they had certainly informed my father and you would have been finished off." His eyes opened wide now, and into them there came a troubled look--the look of one who is endeavouring to grasp an elusive recollection.
"Ma foi," he muttered.

"It seems to come to me as if I had heard something of the sort in a dream.

It was--" He paused, and his brows were knit a moment.