There are some scoundrels at Plassans who ought to be sent to prison in his place.
Chantegreil was our brother.

Come, now, be calm, little one." Miette had never before heard anyone speak well of her father.

He was generally referred to as a beggar, a villain, and now she found good fellows who had forgiving words for him, and declared him to be an honest man.

She burst into tears, again full of the emotion awakened in her by the "Marseillaise;" and she bethought herself how she might thank these men for their kindness to her in misfortune.

For a moment she conceived the idea of shaking them all by the hand like a man.