Were it not for the loss of those we love, it would be nothing; and in time one gets over even that.

I have long ago told myself that if they are not dead, at least they are dead to me.

They have their livings to get, and cannot be always mourning, and I have tried to forget them, as they must have forgotten me." "Do you work hard ?" Gervaise asked.
"No.

We who are in the galleys are regarded by the others with envy.
Sometimes--often, indeed--we have naught to do all day.

We bask in the sun, we talk, we sleep, we forget that we are slaves.