From the funeral wagon two black-robed men drew out a bier of white wood.
Turning their backs upon their work, the double military mass marched toward the encampment.

The ends of Justice had been served.

Trumpets and drums were lost on the horizon but their sounds were still magnified by the fresh echoes of the coming morn.

The corpse was despoiled of its jewels and then deposited in that poor coffin which looked so like a packing-box.

The two nuns took with timidity the gems which the dead woman had given them for their works of charity.