CHAPTER XXXIX
A FATHER’S LOVE
JANUARY 5 and 6.—The whole scene made a deep impression on our minds, and Owen’s speech coming as a sort of climax, brought before us our misery with a force that was well-nigh overwhelming.
As soon as I recovered my composure, I did not forget to thank Andre
Letourneur for the act of intervention that had saved my life.
“Do you thank me for that, Mr. Kazallon?” he said; “it has only served to prolong your misery.”
“Never mind, M. Letourneur,” said Miss Herbey; “you did your duty.”
Enfeebled and emaciated as the young girl is, her sense of duty never deserts her; and although her torn and bedraggled garments float dejectedly about her body, she never utters a word of complaint, and never loses courage.
“Mr. Kazallon,” she said to me, “do you think we a
