"How could I, a humble priest of the Lord, range myself with those who would flout and defy Him." "Yet I am a prisoner of the Republic and you are my jailer, M.l'Abbe." "Ah, yes!" he sighed.

"But I am very helpless.

This was my cell.

I had been here with Francois and Felicite, my sister's children, you know.
Innocent lambs, whom those fiends would lead to slaughter.

Last night," he continued, speaking volubly, "the soldiers came in and dragged Francois and Felicite out of this room, where, in spite of the danger before us, in spite of what we suffered, we had contrived to be quite happy together.