The church was flanked on one side by a low brick building, very white with roof of red and yellow tiles, while to the left of the church stood a villa-like house half hidden among the trees.

They admired the effect of the moonlight on the tiles, and then, passing through the wooden fence that enclosed it, they entered the deserted Place d'Armes.
"I can breathe better here," said Henry.

"I know that I shall never be fond of towns." But the imaginative Paul shuddered.
"Look," he said, "the gallows!" He pointed to the huge gallows that stood in the Place d'Armes, ready for frequent use.

The moonlight had now grown dim.

In its wavering beams the gallows rose to immense proportions and seemed also to take on the semblance of life.