It seemed the words had no meaning for her.

She would not let him go.

It was only the feel of his coat within the clutch of her fingers which gave her any comfort.
"I want to be sure that I am safe," she said, with a wan little smile.
"Tell me, mademoiselle, what have you had to eat and drink during the last two days ?" "Is it two days ?" she asked.

"I was in the dark there.

I did not know.
A little bread, a little water." "That's what is wrong," said Hanaud.