Chapter 39
January 5th and 6th.—The whole scene made a deep impression on our minds, and Owen’s speech coming as a sort of climax, brought before us our misery with a force that was well-nigh overwhelming.
As soon as I recovered my composure, I did not forget to thank Andre Letourneur for the act of intervention that had saved my life.
“Do you thank me for that; Mr. Kazallon?” he said; “it has only served to prolong your misery.”
“Never mind, M. Letourneur,” said Miss Herbey; “you did your duty.”
Enfeebled and emaciated as the young girl is, her sense of duty never deserts her, and although her torn and bedraggled garments float dejectedly about her body, she never utters a word of complaint, and never loses courage.
“Mr. Kazallon,” she said to me, “do you think we are fated to die o
