And then, lifting up her
voice, she wailed, "They killed Anna Wolsky--"
Her voice broke, and she began to sob convulsively. "I would not think of
her--I forced myself not to think of her--but now I shall never, never
think of anyone else any more!"
Paul de Virieu turned in the kindly darkness, and putting his arm round
Sylvia's slender shoulders, he tenderly drew her to him.
A passion of pity, of protective tenderness, filled his heart, and
suddenly lifted him to a higher region than that in which he had hitherto
been content to dwell.
"You must not say that, _ma cherie_," he whispered, laying his cheek to
hers as tenderly as he would have caressed a child, "it would be too
cruel to the living, to those who love you--who adore you."
Then he raised his head, and, in a very different tone, he exclaimed,
"Do not be afraid, Mr. Chester, those infamous people shall not be
allowed to escape! Poor Madame Wolsky shall surely be avenged. But Mrs.
Bailey will not be asked to make any statement, except in writing--in
what you in England call an affidavit.
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