"My prayers are useless," she muttered angrily as she entered. "Some
heretic must have followed me unseen to the chapel of Notre Dame de Bon
Secours. The pilgrimage is a failure."
"You are wet," I said, trembling. "Change your things, Cesarine." I
could not pretend to speak gently to her.
She turned upon me with a fierce look in her big black eyes. Her
instinct showed her at once I had discovered her secret. "Tell them, and
hang me," she cried fiercely.
It was what the law required me to do. I was otherwise the accomplice of
murder and cannibalism. But I could not do it. Profoundly as I loathed
her and hated her presence, now, I couldn't find it in my heart to give
her up to justice, as I knew I ought to do.