Of things of grace she had no heed, though she had so much grace herself; and her life, though full of color, pleasure, and mischief, was as rough a one in most respects as any of her comrades'.

These delicate artistic carvings were a revelation to her.
She touched them reverently one by one; all the carvings had their beauty for her, but those of the flowers had far the most.

She had never noted any flowers in her life before, save those she strung together for the Zephyrs.

Her youth was a military ballad, rhymed vivaciously to the rhythm of the Pas de Charge; but other or softer poetry had never by any chance touched her until now--now that in her tiny, bronzed, war-hardened palms lay the while foliage, the delicate art-trifles of this Chasseur, who bartered his talent to get a touch of ice for the burning lips of his doomed comrade.
"He is an aristocrat--he has such gifts as this--and yet he must sell all this beauty to get a slice of melon for Leon Ramon!" she thought, while the silvery moon strayed in through a broken arch, and fell on an ivory coil of twisted leaves and river grasses.
And, lost in a musing pity, Cigarette forgot her vow of vengeance..