From crime to crime he sank lower and lower, until it is only the mercy of God which has snatched him from the scaffold; but to me, sir, he was always the little curly-headed boy that I had nursed and played with, as an elder sister would.
De crime en crime, il a sombré toujours plus bas ; seule la miséricorde de Dieu l’a arraché à l’échafaud. Mais pour moi, monsieur, il était toujours le petit garçon aux cheveux bouclés que j’avais dorloté et avec qui j’avais joué.