I took her little hand and kissed it with emotion. The dear girl! She also had done all she could to protect Noel Dorgeroux's secret; and with what courage, with what undaunted pluck, risking death twenty times over and not recoiling, at the great hour of danger, from the terrible act of taking life!
“You must tell me all this in detail, Berangere. Go on with your story. Where did you take your father to?”
“To the river bank; and from there, in a market-gardener's cart, to the Chateau de Pre-Bony, where I nursed him.”
“And Velmot?”
She gave a shudder:
“I did not see him again for days and days, not until this morning. I was sitting on the bench by the ruins, reading. Suddenly he stood before me. I tried to run away. He prevented me and said,' Your father is dead. I have come to you fr
