Her beautiful face had the whiteness and the immobility of marble.

Heavy tears rolled silently down her cheeks.

It seemed to M.Daburon that he was beholding the frightful spectacle of a weeping statue.
"You love another," said he at length, "another! And your grandmother does not know it.

Claire, you can only have chosen a man worthy of your love.

How is it the marchioness does not receive him ?" "There are certain obstacles," murmured Claire, "obstacles which perhaps we may never be able to remove; but a girl like me can love but once.
She marries him she loves, or she belongs to heaven!" "Certain obstacles!" said M.Daburon in a hollow voice.