All her hair had disappeared.
"Are you like me, Octave?
The first thing I ask for is one of these locks.

Women rather like this sort of childishness, and when they have granted you that, it is a snare spread for them which catches them." Marillac took the long, dark tress and held it near the candle; but his movement was so poorly calculated that the hair caught fire and was instantly destroyed.
"A bad sign," exclaimed Gerfaut, who could not help laughing at his friend's dismayed look.
"This is a day of autos-de-fe," said the artist, dropping into a chair; "but bah! small loss; if Reine asks to see this lock, I will tell her that I destroyed it with kisses.

That always flatters them, and I am sure it will please this little field-flower.

It is a fact that she has cheeks like rosy apples! On my way back I thought of a vaudeville that I should like to write about this.

Only I should lay the scene in Switzerland and I should call the young woman Betty or Kettly instead of Reine, a name ending in 'Y' which would rhyme with Rutly, on account of local peculiarities.