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Chapter 20-2
Madame de Cintre shook her head. "I remember; I was sorry afterwards." "You were sorry when she came down and put on the thumb-screws. In God's name what IS it she does to you?" "Nothing. Nothing that you can understand. And now that I have given you up, I must not complain of her to you." "That's no reasoning!" cried Newman. "Complain of her, on the contrary. Tell me all about it, frankly and trustfully, as you ought, and we will talk it over so satisfactorily that you won't give me up." Madame de Cintre looked down some moments, fixedly; and then, raising her eyes, she said, "One good at least has come of this: I have made you judge me more fairly. You thought of me in a way that did me great honor; I don't know why you had taken it into your head. But it left me no loophole for esca
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