"They have condemned him!" And overcome by the terrible blow, she sank back, inert, with hanging arms.
But the weakness did not last long; she again sprang up, her eyes brilliant with heroic resolve.
"We must save him!" she exclaimed.

"We must wrest him from the scaffold.
Up, Maurice! up, Marie-Anne! No more weak lamentations, we must to work! You, also, gentlemen, will aid me.

I can count upon your assistance, Monsieur le Cure.

What are we going to do?
I do not know! But something must be done.

The death of this just man would be too great a crime.