France does not give these to traitors, young lady." He held them out to her in both hands.

She eyed them half stupidly; all her thoughts were on the oak-tree hard by.

She began to shudder.

Camille was telling the truth.
She felt that; she saw it; and Josephine was hearing it.

"Ay! look at them, you naughty girl," said Camille, trying to be jocose over it all with his poor trembling lip.