Yet she would not have shuddered thus had she been in this deserted path the previous evening, seated on this tombstone, where for several seasons they had tasted so much happiness.
"I'm very cold," she said, as she pulled her hood over her head.
"Shall we walk about a little ?" the young man asked her.

"It's not yet nine o'clock; we can take a stroll along the road." Miette reflected that for a long time she would probably not have the pleasure of another meeting--another of those evening chats, the joy of which served to sustain her all day long.
"Yes, let us walk a little," she eagerly replied.

"Let us go as far as the mill.

I could pass the whole night like this if you wanted to." They rose from the tombstone, and were soon hidden in the shadow of a pile of planks.

Here Miette opened her cloak, which had a quilted lining of red twill, and threw half of it over Silvere's shoulders, thus enveloping him as he stood there close beside her.