"i know all!" he cried.
"no, you know nothing."
d'arthez felt like a man lost on the alps of a dark night, who sees, at the first gleam of dawn, a precipice at his feet. he tried to brace his failing courage to meet the coming interview.
"good," said the cadi. "i shall now remove but one half your head. to show my trust in your discretion i shall leave intact the half you talk with."
her new sensations seemed to exclude the remembrance of her grief.