He looked like a deformed frog ready to jump.
Alice unmistakably saw truth in the Captain's countenance and felt it in his voice.

The reality came to her with unhindered effect.

M.
Roussillon's life depended upon the return of the flag.

She put her hands together and for a moment covered her eyes with them.
"I will go now, Mademoiselle," said Farnsworth; "but I hope you will be in great haste about returning the flag." He stood looking at her.

He was profoundly touched and felt that to say more would be too brutal even for his coarse nature; so he simply lifted his hat and went away.
Jean took hold of Alice's dress as she turned to go back into the house.
"Is he going to take the flag?
Can he find it?
What does he want with it?
What did you do with the flag, Alice ?" he whined, in his peculiar, quavering voice.