"Would you recognize that woman's hand?"
"Yes, it is lean and bony, with a yellow arm."
"Here's mine," said Véronique. "It can pass where All's Well did."
She pulled up her sleeve; and by flexing her bare arm she easily passed it through.
"Oh," said François, at once, "that's not the hand I saw!"
And he added, in a lower voice:
"How pretty this one is!"
Suddenly Véronique felt him take it in his own with a quick movement; and he exclaimed:
"Oh, it can't be true, it can't be true!"
He had turned her hand over and was separating the fingers so as to uncover the palm entirely. And he whispered: