She had become a woman again: she was talking placidly with him and smiling at the gendarmes and eulogizing the army....

"Frenchmen, gentlemen, were incapable of killing a woman...." The _maitre_ was not surprised at the sad and furrowed brows of the officers as they came out from their deliberations.

They appeared discontented with their recent vote, and yet at the same time showed the serenity of a tranquil countenance.

They were soldiers who had just fulfilled their full duty, suppressing every purely masculine instinct.
The one deputed to read the sentence swelled his voice with a fictitious energy....

"_Death!_..." After a long enumeration of crimes Freya was condemned to be shot:--she had given information to the enemy that represented the loss of thousands of men and boats, torpedoed because of her reports, on which had perished defenseless families.
The spy nodded her head upon listening to her own acts, for the first time appreciating their enormity and recognizing the justice of their tremendous punishment.