"The girl no longer at Saint Lazare?" cried the lady in alarm; "and you speak of a frightful evil!"
"A monster of cupidity had an interest in her death. They have drowned her, madame; but answer, you say—"
"My daughter!" cried Sarah, interrupting Rudolph, and rising on her feet, immovable as a marble statue.
"What does she say? good heavens!" cried Rudolph.
"My child!" repeated Sarah, whose face became livid and frightful from despair; "they have killed my child!"
"The Goualeuse your child!" repeated Rudolph, recoiling with horror.
"The Goualeuse! yes! that is the name the woman mentioned—this woman called La Chouette. Dead—dead!" cried Sarah, still motionless, her eyes fixed and glaring; "they have killed her!"
"Sarah!" replied Rudolph, as pale and alarmed as she, "calm yourself— answer me—La Goualeuse—this girl whom you caused to be carried off by La Chouette from Bouqueval, was—"
"Our child!"
"She!"