He gently put Jeanne aside.
"You see," he said with a smile, "how unreasonable we are and how easily we might commit an irreparable folly.

And yet our means will not allow us." "In mercy do not leave me!" pleaded Jeanne, in a tone of despair.

"You love me! I feel it; everything tells me so! And you would desert me because you are poor and I am not rich.

Is a man ever poor when he has two arms?
Work." The word was uttered by Jeanne with admirable energy.

She possessed the courage to overcome every difficulty.
Serge trembled.