She had grown, however, almost indifferent to death.

Day after day she had seen batches of her friends taken out to execution, and the retribution which had fallen upon this wretch gave her scarcely a thought, except a feeling of thankfulness that she was freed from his persecutions.
Completely as she trusted Harry, it was with the greatest difficulty that she had brought herself to obey his instructions and to place herself for a moment in the power of her persecutor, and appear to go with him willingly.
When Lebat told her triumphantly that he had saved her from death, and that she was to have formed one of the party in the tumbril on the following morning had he not obtained her release, she had difficulty in keeping back the indignant words, that she would have preferred death a thousand times.

When he said that he had come to take her away, she had looked round with a terrified face, as if to claim the protection of the guards; but he had said roughly: "It is no use your objecting, you have got to go with me; and if you are a wise woman you had better make the best of it.

After all I am not very terrible, and you had better marry me than the guillotine." So, trembling with loathing and disgust, she had followed him, resolved that if Harry's plan to rescue her failed she would kill herself rather than be the wife of this man.
When they reached the house Elise opened the door.
"So you have come, poor lamb!" she said.

"Thanks to the good God that all has turned out well.