Adele opened the door of the closet, where a truckle-bed stood, and thrust the girl in.
"This is my room," she said warningly, pointing to the bedroom.

"Take care I hear no noise.

You might shout yourself hoarse, my pretty one; no one else would hear you.

But I should, and afterwards--we should no longer be able to call you 'my pretty one,' eh ?" And with a horrible playfulness she pinched the girl's cheek.
Then with old Jeanne's help she stripped Celia and told her to get into bed.
"I'll give her something to keep her quiet," said Adele, and she fetched her morphia-needle and injected a dose into Celia's arm.
Then they took her clothes away and left her in the darkness.

She heard the key turn in the lock, and a moment after the sound of the bedstead being drawn across the doorway.