text:  How often when glancing round our superb apartments crowded with all the glittering and costly equipment of almost royal life she would clasp my hand and touchingly contrast them with the solitude of the cell or the anxieties of the life of trial "from which I alone had rescued her!" How often when we sat together uninterrupted by the world at our sumptuous table would she half sportively and half in melancholy contrast it with the life of flight and fear which she had so lately led with the rude repast snatched in forests and swamps in the midst of civil war with desolation round her and despair in prospect imprisoned in the power of a tyrant and at every step approaching nearer to the place of a cruel death! Then a look would thank me more than all the eloquence in the world