They brought my clothes and dressed me in everything I wore when I came, so that no single trace of me might be left behind.
Then they tied me." She tore off her gloves and showed them her lacerated wrists.

"I think they meant to kill me--horribly." And she caught her breath and whimpered like a child.

Her spirit was broken.
"My poor girl, all that is over," said Hanaud.

And he stood up.
But at the first movement he made she cried incisively, "No," and tightened the clutch of her fingers upon his sleeve.
"But, mademoiselle, you are safe," he said, with a smile.

She stared at him stupidly.