Her cheeks had lost their gracious curves and her double chin was more pronounced.

All that remained of her former attractions were the caressing glance of her eye, tresses still golden and abundant, especially as seen under the close cap of black net, white teeth, and a voice that had lost nothing of its insinuating sweetness.
As the justice and his bailiff entered, Maitre Arbillot, and a petulant little man with squirrel-like eyes and a small moustache, arose quickly.
"Good-morning, gentlemen," he cried.

"I was anxiously expecting you--if you are willing, we will begin our work at once, for at this season night comes on quickly." "At your orders, Maitre Arbillot," replied the justice, laying his hat down carefully on the window-sill; "we shall draw out the formula for raising the seals.

By the way, has no will yet been found ?" "None to my knowledge.

It is quite clear to me that the deceased made no testament, none at least before a notary." "But," objected M.Destourbet, "he may have executed a holograph testament." "It is certain, gentlemen," interrupted Manette, with her soft, plaintive voice, "that our dear gentleman did not go without putting his affairs in order.