He looked at it with a wild triumph, yet with a malignancy little in keeping with the object he held--the holy relic he had stolen from the door of the parish church.

The girl gave a low cry of dismay.
She saw old Louis advance stealthily towards the door of the shop leading into the house.

In bewilderment, she stood still an instant, then, with a sudden impulse, she ran to the kitchen-door and tried it softly.

It was not locked.

She opened it, entered quickly, and found old Margot standing in the middle of the room in her night-dress.
"Oh, Rosalie, Rosalie!" cried the old woman, "something's going to happen.