Of that family, where for more than a century all had been good and honest, there remained only a child kneeling beside a grave; but he, too, promised to be what his father and grandfather before him had been--good, and honest, and true.
There are families like that in France, and many of them, more than one ventures to say.

Our poor country is in many respects calumniated by certain novelists, who draw exaggerated and distorted pictures of it.

It is true the history of good people is often monotonous or painful.

This story is a proof of it.
The grief of Jean was the grief of a man.

He remained long sad and silent.