It was not an occasion for that sort of murderous work, que diable! He would have picked out some quiet fleshy spot and just tapped it with a harmless ball.

M.Stanislas Kapp had been deplorably heavy-handed; but really, when the world had come to that pass that one granted a meeting to a brewer's son!...

This was M.
de Grosjoyaux's nearest approach to a generalization.

He kept looking through the window, over the shoulder of M.Ledoux, at a slender tree which stood at the end of a lane, opposite to the inn, and seemed to be measuring its distance from his extended arm and secretly wishing that, since the subject had been introduced, propriety did not forbid a little speculative pistol-practice.
Newman was in no humor to enjoy good company.

He could neither eat nor talk; his soul was sore with grief and anger, and the weight of his double sorrow was intolerable.