And the crowd flowed on ever amidst the same sonorous wave of sound.

The march past, which did not really last more than a few minutes, seemed to the young people to be interminable.
Truly, Miette was but a child.

She had turned pale at the approach of the band, she had wept for the loss of love, but she was a brave child, whose ardent nature was easily fired by enthusiasm.

Thus ardent emotions had gradually got possession of her, and she became as courageous as a youth.

She would willingly have seized a weapon and followed the insurgents.