LA DUCHESSE DE LANGEAIS

The General slipped aside behind the curtain lest the dreadful tumult within him should appear in his face, even in the shadow it seemed to him that he could still see the Superior's piercing eyes. He was afraid of her, she held his little, frail, hardly-won happiness in her hands, and he, who had never quailed under a triple row of guns, now trembled before this nun.